Page 28 of Property of Necro
“I’m sorry.” My fingertips brush the side of Rot’s arm in aneffort to soothe him. Causing problems wasn’t my intention. I was asked to be here. They wanted me to come. How was I supposed to know Coffin would hate me? Or that Necro would lock me in a literal casket? If I had known any of that, I would have kicked Dark in the dick and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
He shakes his head. “There’s nothin’ to be sorry for, Red. It’s his shit he needs to work through.”
“But you’re mad, and you were arguing with Necro.” I point out as we climb a set of small steps through yet another maze of hallways. From the outside, the church appears average. Looks can be deceiving. It’s a labyrinth in here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear we were living in another dimension that keeps going and going in an endless loop of cracked plaster walls, stone, and hardwood floors. So much wood flooring. Most of it needs to be refinished or replaced, and all of it groans or squeaks as I do my best not to shuffle my feet in fear of getting a splinter.
We make our way to Rot’s bedroom, where he unlocks it with a key, pushes open the door, and lets me go in first. “Necro doesn’t want me spendin’ time with you, and he also doesn’t want you anywhere near his office. It’s off-limits to women,” he explains, and I practically hear Rot’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he picks up the stack of books from the edge of his bed and sets them on the dresser next to the rest.
I drop into the corner chair Necro favors.
Rot toes off his boots and flexes his oddly attractive feet like he hates them being stuffed inside leather. Sighing, he runs his hand down the center of his chest andscratches near his belly button before sitting on the corner of his bed, facing me.
“Soooo…” I drawl and curl my legs into the chair.
“Soooo…” Rot mimics, wearing a saucy smile as he leans back and unfastens his jeans, retracts the zipper, and pulls out his half-hard cock.
Right. So, someone here wants to avoid real conversation in favor of sex. This I can do. Sex is easy.
Needing no instruction, I slide off the chair onto the floor and crawl to him—slowly, meeting his gaze. Rot groans, and his eyelids grow heavier as he watches me watch him. His shaft turns to steel just for me, and I lick my lips, desperate to have him in my mouth. A bead of precum bubbles on the tip. Fitting myself between his legs, I sit up on my knees, not caring how hard the ground is as I devour him like a seasoned pro.
It’s wet. It’s sloppy. But damn, is it fun.
Massaging his balls in one hand, I use the other to jack him off as I devour every inch.
“Fuck!” Rot growls, grabs a fistful of my hair, and slams his hips up, driving himself down my throat like a jackhammer.
Moaning around the abuse, I fall into a daze and bask in his filthy, filthy words as he forces me to take his cock like a whore. His whore. “That’s it. Good girl… Fuck. You’re perfect. You’re so fuckin’ perfect. Your mouth was made to take my dick.”
I hum around a brutal thrust. Tears matte my lashes as I struggle to breathe. Saliva drips down my chin and soaks into my t-shirt. Arousal coats my inner thighs as he takesfrom me, and I crave it. Every second. Every minute. I need more.
Balls drawing up, Rot’s legs stiffen, and his cock swells between my drenched lips.
“Nugh. Fuck!” He drives to the hilt and holds me against his pubes. I wait for him to come, but he doesn’t. He trembles and pants. The fingers tangled in my hair tighten until I worry he’ll rip every strand from my scalp.
I whine in pain around his shaft.
Grunting, Rot shoves me off his cock. I fall hard on my ass, and he’s right there with me. Dropping to his knees, he throws my legs apart and slams into my pussy. Teeth sink into the side of my neck like a savage as he lays his much bigger body, damp with sweat, over me, swallowing me whole. Curling my legs around his hips, I dig my heels into his tight, muscular ass. Hot cum floods my center as he cups one ass cheek and drives to the hilt. Crying out in pleasure, I score his back with my nails, and Rot fucks every last drop of his seed into my cunt. Just when I think he’s done, he extracts his teeth from the side of my already bruised neck and carefully slides out.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I gasp as he scoops both of his hands under my bottom, lifts my hips off the floor as if I weigh nothing, and shoves his face into my pussy—where he devours me like a fresh piece of watermelon on a hot summer’s day. Moaning hotly against my center, he laps his spend from my folds and sucks my pierced clit.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I slap the floor on either side of me as everything coils tighter and tighter. A whine wrenches out of my throat.
“Rot,” I wheeze, and he growls like a ravenous animal, eating me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” He laps at my core and shoves his tongue inside to fuck me with it.
I come.
It’s hard, fast, and all-consuming. Screaming, I black out for a moment as pleasure rips me in half and stitches me back together in the most delicious way.
I shake like a leaf, and he doesn’t let me go. Laving my clit once more, he gives her a sweet kiss before setting my ass back on the floor.
“I love to hear you come.” He grins almost shyly as he looks down at his cum-coated cock.
“Did you?” My chest heaves for air as I point to the still-rigid member, wondering if he came again. It sure looks like it.
“Yeah.” He nods, wiping the evidence away with two fingers and smearing it all over my red pubes.
I giggle, too high on endorphins to care. “What are you doing?”
