Page 16 of Monster's Naughty List
He stopped just before giving me what I wanted to purr, “I promise you that after I’m done winding your body up, you’ll be soaked and begging to take it into your tight pussy, baby girl.” His words were backed up with a roll of his hips as he pressed that deadly weapon against my body once more.
My lips opened to retort to his promise, but his lips descended on me at that moment, swallowing all of the sass and fight in me. My head swarmed with lust, and a needy moan escaped me as his free hand brushed across my ass, down the back of my thigh, and hiked my knee up onto his hip.
“Baby girl,” he breathed out as he ripped his mouth from mine and breathed heavily. “I need to use my powers to do this properly.”
Looking up at him from under my lashes, I swallowed my nerves just as he asked, “Can you trust me?”
That was a big question to ask someone you had just met. Typically, the answer would be a resounding “no” because the truth was, the only thing I trusted in others was that they would eventually let me down.
Still, I’d tried to remain optimistic over the years, hoping that humankind wasn’t utter trash. But at this stage in my life, I was really beginning to question if it was time to give up on my hope in humanity. The only ones who had me hanging onto my shriveled-up thread of hope were the kids I taught. They could change the world one day.
“Baby girl?” he questioned as I pulled myself from my thoughts and nodded my answer.
“Not good enough. Say it out loud,” he demanded, and the confidence with which he took control stole my breath and made my thighs rub together as my clit throbbed painfully.
A man who loved verbal consent?Yes fucking please.
Running my tongue across my swollen bottom lip, I gazed into his eyes and said, “I trust you. I don’t want to be stuck in my head for this experience. I need your powers to help me turn off these constant thoughts that run rampant. I give myself to you, mind and body.”
His sharp intake of breath and the widening of his eyes clearly illustrated his shock at my statement. “Mind and body?” he repeated, as if he didn’t believe it. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to sink into your wet heat, baby girl, I never planned on taking you during this, despite what it looks like.”
I tilted my head to the side and raised an eyebrow as I asked, “Then why are you naked, holding me against your raging hard on right now, Oz?”
Some might think that was a smart ass question, but I meant it with full sincerity. What else was supposed to happen when I was reduced to a puddle of goo at his touch and his cock was constantly pressing into me, reminding me it was there? I mean, I’m no math teacher, but I know 2+2=4.
It was clear he took my question as a challenge because his hips rolled once more as his fingers on my leg lengthened into their gleaming daggers. I moaned as the friction of his movement made my clit spark with pleasure. I needed more, right now. I felt a light tug at my hip, like he was pulling on my underwear, the pressure disappearing within seconds as his finger shredded the material.
God, why was it so hot when a man ripped clothing away? It was such a savage move—and it had my already wet pussy spasming.
His eyes swirled, their hypnotic vortex instantly pulling me under the hazy cloud that I’d begun to recognize came with the pull of his power when it took control. “Baby girl, I was going to make this all about your pleasure, not my own. I had to remove my lower body armor, or else it would have been painful for you to have my body pressed against you. I saw the way you winced earlier when I pulled you onto my lap.”
Nodding along as I recalled the way the rock hard exterior had jutted into the soft flesh of my hamstrings, I murmured, “Yeah, that wasn’t the hardness I was wanting from you.”
My eyes flew open at my bold statement, but before I could be embarrassed, he leaned down to nip at my lip. The action was playful, but a sting of pain accompanied it. He groaned as I pressed my breasts further into him in response, and all I could think about was how this last piece of material between us needed to be gone.
As if he’d read my mind, he rolled me, trapping me beneath his large frame. “Don’t move,” he commanded gruffly as he brought his handy weapon up to slide under the middle section of my bra. He pushed it up with the flat side of the dagger-like appendage, then twisted it once it couldn’t touch my skin. He ripped through it like butter.
The cups flew to the side but still partly covered my breasts from his sight. His eyes narrowed as if the bra was his enemy, and he pulled me off the bed in a rush, plucking the offending object off of me. I fell back down to the bed in a whoosh, my back rebounding slightly off the mattress.
My eyes trailed down his beautifully chiseled chest and abs, all the way to the thick and protruding cock lying heavily over my mound with his legs trapping mine between them. Looking at it so openly, the best comparison my mind had for the size of it was the bad dragon dildos I’d watched a girl take in her ass one time in utter fascination on a porn website.
Fuck, this was probably thicker than that, even.
But instead of being afraid, I was turned on. My back arched involuntarily as I brought my hands up to touch my breasts, swirling my fingers around my nipples.
“Pinch your nipples between your fingers,” he commanded as he peered down at me and began to stroke his hand over the base of his cock, making me salivate. It was turning me on to watch him touch himself, and it put his impressive cock on further display.
I did as he said, squeezing my nipples and rolling them as I moaned. I watched liquid seep from the tip of his cock and drip slowly onto my stomach. My back arched again, as if I wanted more of it on my skin. I wanted to be marked by his cum.
“So beautiful, baby girl,” he praised, “the way you crave my cum.”
His dirty words made me think about how I wanted it in every way. I wanted to taste it, feel it, and have it inside of me.
Immediately, one of his heavy legs swung across me so his knees were together as he kneeled in the middle of the bed. Still stroking his cock, I licked my lips eagerly as I watched his tip bead with pre-cum once more. “Come here,” he demanded. “Put your head beneath my cock.”
Not questioning it for even a second, I shuffled my body sideways, my legs hanging partly off the side of the bed as my head lay beneath his cock. “Open your mouth for me, baby girl.”
Opening my mouth, I heard him chuckle lightly. “Wider. Relax your jaw and open as wide as you can, then stick your tongue out for me.”
