Page 21 of Grotesque

P ractically every inch of Sorcha’s skin was flushed crimson. She was overflowing with heat, and I loved it. I loved the way her eyes dilated when my cock sprang free. Her lips opened, forming a soft little “O” that I wanted to stretch.

I couldn’t restrain myself for another second.

Grabbing her chin, I pulled her face up to mine as I swooped down on her.

Her kiss was ravenous, teeth scraping against mine as she met me eagerly.

Her tongue slipped through my lips first, and I groaned.

She thrust it greedily into my mouth, sucking my lip between her teeth.

Fuck.

I’d had every intention of fucking her cunt, but with the way her tongue felt, her teeth sharp and insistent against me, I needed to know what that would feel like around my cock.

I slid a hand around her throat, testing with a little squeeze.

She tensed, her tongue stilling only for a moment.

I took the opportunity to slide my forked tongue into her mouth and hungrily she sucked it, pulling another involuntary moan from my lungs.

I tightened my fingers around her neck and pulled her against me.

“Dare,” she said.

My cock jumped at her command.

“I dare you to let me fuck your throat,” I growled.

Sorcha’s pupils were blown out, her arousal so heady I knew she was acting on pure instinct. Primal energy was radiating off her, begging to be fucked.

She nodded. “Yes. Anything, just let me feel you.” I moved away from her touch when she reached for my cock.

Her brows furrowed. Lips, swollen from my kiss, twisting into a pout.

“It’s still my turn,” I said and leaned down to catch that precious pout in another kiss. “You said you like it rough and so that is exactly how I am going to give it to you. If at any time it is too much, pinch my leg.”

She nodded against my lips. “I’ll tell you to stop.”

I chuckled. “You won’t be able to tell me anything with a full mouth.”

Her wide eyes dropped back down to my cock. It jerked up, as ready as I was to fill her.

“Lie on your back and hang your head over the edge of the bed.”

Her breath trembled between her lips. I loved that she was scared. I loved even more how she pushed through that fear, attempting to regain control that she’d never had in the first place. It was fun to watch her try.

Sorcha lay down as instructed. I couldn’t see her eyes as well from her new position, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest told me everything I needed to know. “Open your legs,” I said. I stroked my cock slowly, stepping forward.

She parted her strong thighs and licked her lips when the head of my cock was poised over them. I slapped the tip over her lips then rubbed it, coating her with precum. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste me.

“Good girl,” I praised.

I eased my cock into her mouth a little at a time.

As much as I wanted to get on with it, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was about to.

She swallowed, urging me to slide farther inside.

Her mouth was so warm and soft. I ran a broad hand over her throat, laying it gently across her smooth skin as it started to bulge.

I’ve always loved watching a woman’s throat stretch around my girth, but with Sorcha, it was even more satisfying. Perhaps it was her deep moans or the way she grabbed hold of my thighs. Or maybe it was how much sweeter she smelled as a new wave of desire flooded her.

“You’re doing perfect, my dove.” I slid a few more inches in and then drew back, pulling almost all the way out so she could catch her breath before sliding in once more.

I did this again and again, feeding her more each time until finally I sank into her completely, my balls pressed against her pretty face.

I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the way her throat flexed around me.

She was so fucking tight. Warm, and wet.

She raised her hips, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the image.

Sweet Sorcha – sprawled before me, my cock deep inside of her and still she had more to give. More that she was offering to me.

I slowly pulled back, letting her catch her breath, and then I started thrusting. Slow at first, until her grip on my thighs relaxed, inspiring me to pick up speed.

I slid a talon through the top of her underwear, one side and then the other, shredding them. I didn’t care that I was ending the very game I had started early. I needed her taste in my mouth –I’d never had anyone last as long as she did, and it made me ravenous.

I leaned down and pressed my face between her thighs licking, nipping, and tongue-fucking her pussy like my life depended on it.

All the while, I kept up my punishing pace.

Steadily, thoroughly fucking her mouth, though my thrusts were becoming more and more erratic as her flavor overloaded my senses.

I traded my mouth for my fingers when I felt her tightening. “Come, Sorcha. Come for me.” The words had barely left my mouth before she was gushing over my hand, her moans deep and guttural around my cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed. I eased back, pulling away until the tip of my cock rested in her mouth.

She gasped around it, her body writhing, inviting me back inside.

I smoothed a hand down her spit-slicked cheek, my other circling around the back of her neck.

I let her get a few more breaths in before I slammed back down her throat.

This time I didn’t hold back. I cupped the back of her head and fucked her hard . The wet gurgling sounds she made as I bottomed out were music to my ears, driving me wild.

My release came sooner than I had intended, and I slammed into her, my thighs tightening around her face as I came.

An animalistic roar tore out of me as cum shot down her throat.

I could see the outline of my cock pulsing within her, flexing with every rope.

I could have stayed like that all night, my hot cum filling her up, when she finally slapped my thigh.

I ground into her face, riding out the end of my orgasm when she slapped me again, harder this time. I pulled back a few inches and then thrust forward, enjoying the feel of her constricting around me as she gagged.

Sharp nails dug into my skin as she pinched me. I withdrew slowly, finally pulling free of her tight throat and swollen lips to let my cock drag across her face.

Sorcha flipped onto her stomach, coughing and heaving for air.

Tears, spit and cum covered her face, morphing it into a beautiful glistening mess.

I grabbed her by the throat, pulling her to her knees, and kissed her.

I forced my tongue into her mouth, savoring the way my cum mingled with her saliva.

Her nails were like claws as she tangled them in my hair, pulling me down to her.

She broke our kiss just long enough to breathe against my mouth, “Fuck me. Please.”

I kissed her deeply. I couldn’t restrain the grin that spread over my face. Especially when a spark of fear entered her scent. She had given permission so easily, and she knew it.

“I will.”

“Now. Right now, please,” she begged.

I pulled her hair to the side as I crawled on top of her and sank my teeth into her neck. Her blood was as rich and hot as her cum. It was a wine I wanted to get drunk on.

She arched up, crying out. I slipped my fingers inside of her.

So warm , I thought, and still dripping .

Begging for me to fill her . From the corner of my eye, I looked toward the sky.

It would be sunrise soon enough. I wanted to fuck her, badly, but I also didn’t want it to be quick.

I would need more than a few hours to leave us both satisfied.

I worked my fingers in her hard while I drank, forcing her to orgasm again, and again. It was beautiful the way she came undone, how messy and vocal she was.

I felt her hand skim across my hips and then grasp my cock, which was still rock hard. She was straining, angling it down towards her center. When I didn’t move, she resorted to stroking it. With her other hand she squeezed my balls.

I ripped my fangs free. I needed to slow down, but it was impossible to think clearly around her. If I wasn’t careful, she could easily take control of the situation. I couldn’t allow her to think that she had any power over me.

“Please,” she said again.

I kissed her, mingling the taste of her blood with the lingering taste of both of our cum.

An exquisite combination. “I will. But not tonight, little dove. I want you to think of me as you drift off to sleep. I want you to think of me in the morning when you wake, when lust does not cloud your mind.”

“Fuck me,” she hissed, but I knew it was a curse this time and not the demand it sounded like. “You’re a sick fucking bastard.”

I pushed her roughly onto her back and slid down her body, running my hands and tongue down her plush form, squeezing and tasting her as I went.

“I am. I am going to do terrible things to you, Sorcha.” I kissed the inside of her knee and raised her leg as I slid off the bed, pulling her foot into the air so I could kiss its sole.

“And you’re going to be begging, like you are now, for me to do them. ”

I looked down the line of her leg to her pussy, dusted with its dark hair. Then up the curve of her stomach and the swell of her heaving breasts, before I landed on her flushed face. I’d never seen anything so divine.

I wouldn’t fuck her tonight, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have another release.

“Rub your pussy,” I said. I was already rubbing my cock.

Sorcha’s eyes never left my cock as I stroked to her. Meanwhile, I was torn between watching her fingers play with her slit and the way her gorgeous face pinched and tightened. Or how her nipples hardened with her arousal.

“Fuck,” she panted. “I’m going to come again.”

“Do it. Come.” Power leeched into my voice. Her eyes widened and then there she was, coming and gushing over the bed once more. I jerked my cock and then I was coming with her, covering her tits and stomach with my seed.

The rush that entered my blood as she gave another part of herself to me made my eyes flutter closed. The feeling was nearly as euphoric as the post-orgasm bliss tingling through my body.

I grabbed her face and pulled her up. “Now go to sleep, Sorcha.” I kissed her. “I want you to fall asleep with my scent covering you.”

She nodded and kissed me in return. “When will you return?”

I ran a thumb over her lips. “When do you want me to return?”

She chewed her lower lip. “Tomorrow?”

I arched a brow. “My, you are a greedy little thing.”

“Stop playing games with me,” she huffed.

“But you love my games.”

“I do.” She was practically clay in my palms. So different from the others, to the ones who came before.

Them, I had needed to woo with pretty illusions and soft words.

To go gently lest I frighten or scandalize them into a bout of pretend guilt.

All that time and effort, wasted. And yet here was Sorcha, my wicked, wanting, perfect pet. All here, and all mine.

I didn’t believe in soul mates; they didn’t exist where I came from, but having this glorious, devilish meal served up to me so easily, had me wondering if there was some truth to the concept.

I felt like I had been waiting for her my whole life.

Even before the curse, someone had thought to create her just for me.

“Will you let me do whatever I want to you?”

Her brow furrowed. “That depends.”

I tsked and drew my thumb over her brows. I was starting to like that look on her too. It was cute. “Have I done anything you don’t like?”

The bed creaked as she leaned back to look at me fully. “No, but–”

“Yes or no, Sorcha.”

Her teeth worked over her pretty lower lip once more. If she kept doing that, I’d have to fuck it again. A couple of times her teeth had skimmed over my cock, and it had only further fed my desire.

“No,” she finally answered.

I tweaked one of her nipples. “Good girl.”

She lurched forward to her elbows. “Wait, Corban. How do you know my name?”

I pressed a finger to my lips. “A question for another night.”

I stepped back into the shadows that had crept around my feet and had the sweet satisfaction of seeing her eyes widen when I disappeared into their depths.