Page 140 of Property of Necro
She gasps and sits up.
Getting closer, puffs of her hot breath bathe my swollen shaft, and if I didn’t know any better, she licks her lips like I dreamed she would—wanton, needy.
Fuck.
“Can I touch him?” she purrs and flicks her tongue out to lick a salty pearl from the tip.
The sudden ripple of pleasure registers in my brain like a bomb going off.
I step back and am met with a solid wall of muscle behind me.
“Put your cock in her mouth,” Coffin orders.
Pretty eyelashes, framing impossibly green eyes, bat as she sticks her tongue out and wiggles it for me.
Are you real? My fingers tremble as I sign.
The subtle dip of her chin and lowering of her light lashes has my knees damn near buckling.
Coffin pushes me forward, and my cock headkisses Sola’s lips.
She moans.
Wait.
She moans…
I look down at my ugly appendage and back at her.
She’s looking at it and she’s not… freaked out.
“Let her taste you,” Coffin whispers in my ear.
I can’t believethis is happening.
He’s really here, and he’s letting me look at him.
Really look at him.
His cock is beautiful.
Damaged and beautiful.
Thick and long and covered in veins. There’s a manscaped patch of black hair at the root, and his balls are heavy. They hang beneath his cock with purpose, and damn if that’s not sexy.
There are at least a dozen rungs of steel down his shaft and a thick Prince Albert loop through the head. His skin is scarred, puckered, like it’s been burned. On the head, there’s a cross branded into flesh. It’s deep, and I can’t imagine how much pain he endured when they did that to him—the cult Coffin mentioned. There’sno other reason for the mutilation. But now it makes a lot more sense. Why he always fucked me from behind or with my eyes covered, and he wouldn’t let me touch him.
His thighs are far worse. Littered in scars, some deep, angry, and missing hair, while others are thin, raised, and flesh-colored. But there’s no mistaking the damage didn’t happen overnight. This type of scarring takes years to develop. The deepest crater in his thigh breaks my heart, knowing something was carved from flesh and forced to heal.
Yet.
He’s beautiful… to me.
Perfectly imperfect.
Wanting him… no needing him, to know I love the way it looks and that it turns me on seeing him so open and willing, even if Coffin is the one to expose him to me, I flick my tongue out again, encouraging Necro to feed me the tip.
His eyes widen in suspicion, and he tries to step back as he covers his erection with both hands. Not letting him escape, Coffin shoves him forward, forcing Necro’s knees to hit the edge of the bed.
