Page 18 of Neon Pestilence
He stops suddenly and drops me to the ground. My ass aches on impact, and I look up at him, a scowl covering my face. His mask stares down at me, the hollow eyes burning right through me.
Dropping down, he squats in front of me, arms resting on his knees. His fingers are clasped in front of him as he rubs his thumbs against one another, like he’s debating how he wants to kill me.
I swallow hard as his gloved hand opens against my cheek. He caresses it softly, wiping something away, probably blood, with his thumb. He moves his hand down, trailing his fingertips against my jawline.
He continues down, stopping at my throat. Wrapping his fingers around me once more. I swallow again, a familiar heat rushing to my center.
Then he squeezes, hard enough to make black trickle into my vision. I stare into his eye holes, not showing an ounce of pain. He continues to press into the sides of my throat, cutting off my air almost completely.
My eyes roll back in response. Not from pain but rather from pleasure. He drops to his knees between my legs, then pushes me back until I'm flat on the ground.
He loosens his hold on my throat, allowing me a sip of clean air before continuing his exploration. The leather creates a tingly trail as he moves across my collarbone.
Pausing at the top of my sports bra, his fingers linger for just a second before he pulls it down. My tits bounce free, spilling over the top of it.
A moan escapes my lips, and he tilts his masked head to the side, watching me intently. Chills spring all over my body, the cold making my nipples hard, as the skin around them pebbles.
He cups my breasts, thumbs circling slowly, and I can’t help but tremble under his touch. Fuck, it feels so good. The worn leather, the chill from the air, everything hits at the same time.
My breathing becomes shaky as he explores every inch of me. He starts with my nipples, pinching and pulling them with just the right amount of pressure.
Moans pour from my mouth uncontrollably as I become needy. My body’s begging for him, for more.
You sound so pretty to me, angel. Keep singing.
He moves again, like he knows exactly what I need. Making his way down to my center, he rubs against my swollen clit through my sweatpants. And, I swear, I’ve never wanted to rip a piece ofclothing off of my own body as fucking bad as I do in this exact moment.
The way he’s touching me makes every logical thought leave my brain. I’m completely empty, and all I can think about is how he’d feel inside me.
Up, I hear in my head.
I rise to my feet, looking down at him. His fingers tug at my waistband, and I nod, allowing him to pull them down.
My panties come with, leaving my pussy bare and ready only inches away from his masked face. Looking for any kind of friction, my thighs squeeze together on instinct. But he shakes his head and forces me open with his hands.
Close your eyes.
Chapter 17
The Doctor
Moving quickly, I spread her thick thighs apart and move my mask up. Lifting it just enough to taste her, but leaving my face concealed in case she tries to misbehave.
I inhale deeply, her sweet scent infiltrating my body down to my bones. It’s like she’s rearranging my particles, remaking me from the inside out. My newest addiction.
Her breath becomes labored as I tease her with my fingers, rubbing slow circles around her clit. Her moans drown out the music playing from the festival. They could play her sultry sounds on repeat, and it would never get tiring.
Pushing my middle finger into her, I begin to move in and out, slowly, testing her.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, pleasure rolling out of her. I smile to myself, watching her fall apart above me. The lights from the festival burst behind her in rhythmic flashes like her personal halo.
I dip down, bringing my face to her pussy, and flick my tongue out. I already know one taste could never be enough, so I dive in like it’s my last meal.
Her salty-sweet juices flood my mouth, making every nerve in my body come alive. Flattening my tongue against her, I continue to ravish her pussy, feeding every ounce of my desire to watch her crumble.
She cries out, “Doctor, please.” Huffing as her brain tries to catch up with the over-stimulation. I continue to tease her, licking and sucking at her pussy until her legs are shaking around me.
She drops her hand down to my head before gripping the beak of my mask. She's looking for some kind of support, as her pleasure begins to peak. I bury my face in her even deeper, pushing my tongue in and out of her wet pussy.
