Page 77 of Enchanting Her Monsters
I remind him.“I want you to be here with us. Maybe teach me a thing or two about sucking cock.”
Calder stands and shucks his pants. His cock is beautiful and looks painfully hard, already leaking pre-cum. With a firm hand, he gives himself a few casual strokes while gazing at my body. “Open those legs. Show me that pretty pussy I’m going to ruin.”
I spread my legs, and he kneels next to me and takes a bit of his pre-cum to rub over my clit. My hips jerk with the sensation.
“Maybe I should take your ass now, so I can finally fuck Osen like I’ve always wanted to.”
“Yes, fuck our ass,” Osen says.
It feels like Osen and I have become one being now. Sharing this body for our pleasure, and for Calder’s pleasure and healing.
Calder sees the swirling charcoal and green glow of our eyes. Hell, I can see the glow cast on his face.
The kiss he gives us is heartbreakingly sweet and somehow filthy all at once.
He pulls back and cups the back of our head and lifts. “First, I need you to suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” we say.
Calder guides the thick and weeping head of his cock to our lips. We use our tongue to flick out and lick the pre-cum from the tip and probe the slit.
“Shit, I don’t think I’m going to last a minute.” Calder moves away and drags in a ragged breath. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.”
We open our mouth, inviting him back. He moves faster now, slipping his cock down into our mouth, and we swirl our tongue around his shaft.
He presses farther in, and it feels like he’s going down to our throat. When he reaches it, he blocks our airflow and holds for just a second before pulling back.
Testing my gag reflex? Or testing his control? I’m not sure.
He pumps forward again, claiming our throat. We swallow around his tip, and he groans happily.
“You enjoy sucking cock, our monster fucker?” He smiles down at us, adoringly. “Yeah, I’m talking to both of you.”
We hum our response and rub our tongue against his shaft.
“Fuck, I’m definitely not gonna last,” he says, pulling out of our mouth.
He sits back on his heels, appearing as if he’s in a daze. His eyes are locked onto our bound wrists, expressionless.
We know he’s back in that torture chamber.
“Love, come back to us,” we whisper. “You’re here.Safe.”
Our words crash into him, and he blinks hard, flinching. He then stares at us for a beat too long. Did he snap?
Calder shakes his head, flicking away the nightmare memories.
His hand slips into ours, holding them with a gentle touch. He places sweet kisses over our face. “You’re so beautiful. Your hair is like an ethereal halo, marking you for the angel you are.”
“Are angels real?”
“They used to be. No one has seen one in a long while.” He bites our lip. “But my pack is mated to one.”
He refocuses and moves down our body and slides his thick fingers into our cunt. “So wet for me.” He pumps his digits inside our channel and curls against our g-spot. Pulling out, he uses the slick to wet the head of his cock and down around his shaft.
“I need to have your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it since you first had Maxum and Arran at the safe house.” Calder positions himself between our legs and grips his dick to run it through our folds.
We shiver with need, feeling empty inside. “Please, fuck us.”
