Page 37 of Monster
No is what I want to say—or is it?
Fuck it.
“Let’s go—your place,” I growl. I stand, swaying on my feet and I clutch the bar to steady myself. My head swims and black dots dance across my vision. I pinch them shut for a moment and once I feel somewhat stable again, I snatch the bottle off the bar and follow red lips out. She leads me to a black BMW. I shove myself into the front seat as she gets into hers. Once we’re on the highway, headed to wherever the fuck we’re going, I finally take a good look at her.
She’s wearing a tight black dress with red heels that match her lips. Her hair is long and brown, and she has plump lips—lips that would look great wrapped around my cock. I reach my left hand over and rest it on her lower right thigh, just above her knee. I observe through squinted and somewhat blurry eyes as she glances at me before looking back at the road. But that’s not what gets my attention. It’s the fact she squeezed her thighs together the moment my hand landed on her.
I trail my hand higher, until it reaches the edge of her dress before brushing my fingers even higher. I feel as she shifts in her seat, but she doesn’t stop the perusal of my hand. All I can fucking think about is Essa—that I’m touchingher.Feelingher.
Only Essa.
Once my hand reaches the junction of her thighs, I can feel her heat through the delicate fabric of her panties. I pull them to the side with my middle finger, and with my index, I run it down her slit before coming back up and rubbing her clit. Little breathy pants leave her mouth, and she widens her legs, giving me easier access.
I get her nice and fucking wet for me, and I almost groan as I shove my finger inside of her. She moans as I curl my finger as best I can in the position we’re both in and I begin to pump inside of her, harder and faster with every fucking stroke against her walls.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I growl as I pump harder, desperate to be inside of her.
Desperate to forget.
“We’re… We’re here,” she moans, and I snap my head up from staring at her legs to see we have, in fact, stopped and we are sitting in front of a little white house. I rip my finger from her and wipe it across her chest before opening the door and jumping out. Vertigo hits me and I about fall flat on my fucking face, but I manage to right myself before I do.
Red lips slams her car door before practically running up the few steps of her front porch. She shoves her key in the lock and opens it. She spins around and her eyes meet mine, waiting for me. I trudge up the stairs and follow her in, not bothering to look around. I’ve only got one thing on my fucking mind.
The second I hear the door shut, I’m on her. I grab her by her throat and shove her back against the door. Her head thuds against the wood and her eyes widen with surprise, but she doesn’t try to pull away.
“You ready to play?” I whisper as I run my tongue along her pretty little throat. I feel as she swallows, about to answer, but I don’t give her time to. I squeeze even tighter as I use my right hand to unbutton my jeans and push them down, along with my boxers. My entire right side aches, but it only fuels me.
Becauseshe’sthe reason I hurt.
Once my cock is free, red lips’s eyes widen as she takes me in, and I grin. Her face is turning such a beautiful shade of red, but I know she’ll pass out soon if I don’t let up and that’s not what I want. I loosen my grip and she sucks in lung-fulls of air.
“Take off your panties.” She obeys immediately, and they drop to the floor beneath us. She steps out of them, and I pull her tight dress up over her hips, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. I let go of her throat and grip her hips, hauling her up so she’s the perfect level for me to—
“Condom,” I growl, right be-fucking-fore I pound into her pussy.
God-fucking-damnit.
“Yes, hold on.” I drop her and she scrambles around, searching for something. I see a purse lying on the ground next to us, which she grabs. I didn’t notice it before, but I’m also a little fucking drunk so I’m giving myself a break. I feel her small hands around my cock as she rolls the condom on for me, and I don’t waste another minute.
I need to forget.
I lift her again and when her pussy is lined up with my cock, I slam into her, and she screams out. I wrap my left arm around her waist to hold her up against the wall and I rest my right arm against her throat.
“Don’t make a fucking sound.” I push my forearm against her throat to reiterate what I’m saying, and she nods slightly against the pressure. I let up, but not completely. She rolls her hips against me, and I groan. Closing my eyes, I conjure up images of Essa wrapped around my cock. She took it so fucking pretty too, with her little hips rolling, her thighs shaking. Her fucking pussy was always so goddamn wet for me.
I feel my release shoot through my body unexpectedly and I shudder through it while rolling my hips. Red lips screams, breaking my train of thought, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.I thought I told that bitch to shut the fuck up?
I yank myself out of her and let her drop, not bothering to hold her up. She falls and shrieks as she does.
“Hey, what the fuck?” she yells as I step away while pulling the condom off. I tie it and shove it in my pocket once I have my jeans pulled back up.
“Sorry, red, but I gotta go. That was… all right,” I shrug as I open the door and step out into the cool night, feeling way too fucking sober for my liking.
Fuck. Everything.
