Page 94 of Nightshades
“You better not,” he snarls. “I didn’t know I could like gentle, but your lips, they set me on fire when they touch me.”
The roots begin to travel, getting a mind of their own, spreading across the living room floor as I continue to kiss down his stomach. I move to the left, nipping and dragging my lips across his ribs. The way his body moves when I kiss that last rib, the way he moans, I think I found a spot he very much enjoys.
I do the same on the other side. Shade is struggling to catch his breath, heavy, broken gasps escape him as I drag my tongue down to the shreds of his pants.
He rips them off, tossing them behind the couch, and there’s a pleading look in his sinister eyes, one that is begging me not to stop.
I have a big, bad monster subdued on my broken couch. Why would I stop? I have him where I finally want him.
I gasp at the large anglerfish mouth that’s open, allowing his gargantuan cock to be free. The lure light is at the base, glowing brightly, and waiting for its moment to shine.
Kissing his thigh, I whisper, “Muslo.”
“Translate, Little Dream.”
I grin against his leg. “Thigh. And yours are very impressive.”
If I’m not mistaken, I think his cheeks deepen to a darker shade of green. Is my big bad monster a little shy when it comes to compliments?
“I like it when you praise me,” he admits. “I’ve never had love like that before.”
Something inside me breaks because I’ve seen his memories, and the saddest part is that I believe him when he says that. He hasn’t ever had love.
“I’ll love you forever if you let me.” I drop to my knees on the floor, inserting myself between his legs.
The piercings on his cock shine from the precome leaking from his wide shaft.
“Love,” he repeats, and it sounds like a foreign word, something he has never said before. “I do. Love you. I think you’re the only person in the world that I love. I would kill everyone else, slaughter them, feed off their screams, if it meant you got to breathe for another second.”
I’m surprised how this evening has gone. I expected the monster to walk through my door, and he is a dangerous killing machine, but right now, he’s letting me see a side that’s been buried for a very long time.
Not wanting to say another word to ruin the moment, I decide to try to tackle the beast of a cock. I know there’s no way I’ll be able to take him fully.
“Let me do this for you, okay?”
His fingers slide across my cheek, tucking a wavy piece of hair behind my ear. “You better wrap your lips around me before I take matters into my own hands, Lulaaa.”
A shiver trickles down my spine when his nightmare emerges. I grab his cock, my fingers not touching, and guide him to my mouth. The salty liquid of his precome awakens my taste buds.
I’m not able to take very much of him, but I do my best. I swirl my tongue over the piercings, playing with the bars of the Jacob’s ladder. I suck the Prince Albert, rolling it between my teeth.
“Fuck!” he roars, his roots beginning to climb up the walls as he loses control.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder, bobbing my head fast in tandem with stroking up and down his cock.
His hands wrap around my neck and picks me up, lifting me from my knees.
Was I that bad?
He flips me around in the air, rips my pants from my body, and buries his face between my legs while my head is pressed against his cock.
Oh.
I lick down him, wondering how the hell I’ve survived a monstrous fucking by him. I gasp when his tongue plunges inside me. I do my best to suck him in return, but spit leaves my mouth, dribbling on his inches, and I’m unable to do this skillfully when he is bringing me so much pleasure.
“Lulaaa,” he moans into my cunt.
God, the wickedness of the nightmare stings my insides, clawing at my organs to possess me. I wish he could. I would let him take over my body and do whatever he wanted to.