Page 36 of Their Pretty Little Monster

I twist, placing myself underneath her, taking the brunt of the fall, her on top of me. She bounces against me, that soft body, those breasts so full, so delicious, that my cock strains in my pants.

But she’s fast, and in a flash, she’s straddling my chest, those temptress thighs tight against my ribs, the slick of her cunt wet against my chest. She’s got a blade, holding it to my throat.

“Enough,” she states, baring her teeth.

Oh, she’s showing her Shadowfen side, and I fucking love it.

“Where’d you get that knife from?” My cock is so hard when all I can think about is shuffling down and under her skirt, taking her into my mouth, tongue-fucking her hole until she melts for me, screaming my name.

“Does it matter?” she exclaims.

I’m convinced one of the girls must have given it to her, as weapons are encouraged in the chase.

“I’ve got the upper hand, which means I won, and this is over.”

I laugh, obsessed with how adorable she is. She presses that blade tighter to my throat, the bite pinching my skin.

“That’s not how it works.” I’m shaking under her with lust, loving her being on top. The smell of her slick reminds me of the raspberries from her world. A growl rips out of me, my hips rocking slightly at how fucking hard I am, how desperate I am for her.

“Look around. There’s no escape for the women. And you, Sage, are mine. So, unless you behave, I’ll have you begging for me.”

She chuckles, even if her cheeks blush a bright pink.

“Well, you found me.” Her voice is quivering, and all of her is shuddering. “So, you won. Happy now?”

With my hands on her thighs, she arches her back, giving out a moan. Taking that moment, I snatch her hand with the blade and swiftly move it away from my neck. A small squeeze of her hand and she drops the knife.

“Ouch,” she cries as I snatch the fallen blade and throw it somewhere over my head, out of her grasp.

But she’s too fast, already scrambling off me, then rushing after it on hands and knees, as if she’s not listening to me that the blade won’t help her.

I hadn’t meant to be too rough with her, but she left me no choice.

Rolling onto my side, I’m up on my knees in no time, grabbing her ankles as she attempts to get to her feet, and I haul her back down. The motion not only has her falling forward onto her stomach but pushes her dress up to her waist as I drag her closer to me. The sight has my cock strangling for release.

She cries out, wriggling to get up, one arm stretching out for the blade but it isn’t close enough.

With her ass bare for me, I lower my body on top of hers, pinning her down before she escapes. Cock cradled against those cheeks and only the fabric of my pants between us, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. I’m not a strong man when it comes to Sage.

“Get off me,” she cries, bucking against me.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I chuckle in her ear, my hips already grinding against her, her scent so much stronger now.

She moans beneath me, and there’s a growl in my throat, an involuntary sound.

“You smell delicious, so sugary.”

The gorgeous girl writhes beneath me, her muscles quivering. Her ass arches upward, wanting me, despite her protests.

Fucking beautiful.

I lean forward, my lips on her ear. “That’s it, Sage. Follow your body.”

“I’ve never been this hot before, this aroused… like I might die. What have you done to me?”

I lift myself off her and sit back on my heels, staring down at that firm, round ass and the slick that covers her inner thighs. She quickly turns over to face me, sitting in front of me and pushing her skirt down to hide herself.

Her scent is so strong now that it fogs my head.

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