Page 43 of Property of Necro
This fuckingwitch is in my head, takin’ up all the space.
Sliding my hand beneath her perfect ass, I dig my fingers into the meat and drop my face into the crook of her slender neck. Not giving a damn if she cares or not, I sink my teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
Breasts heaving skyward, smashing against my pecs, Sola screams so beautifully my dick nearly explodes as she scores my back with her sharp nails, damn near drawing blood.
That’s it, pretty whore. Hurt me. See if I care.
Skin slapping skin, echoes in the cool basement as I fuck her harder, deeper. Wanting her to bruise. Needing her to feel me for days on end. Needing her to crave more. Of me. Of my cock. Of pain. Why did Rot have to send me that stupid video? There’s a fine cunt upstairs. A willing cunt. Not a pain in the ass, who thinks it’s okay to slap me.
I sink my teeth deeper until the tang of her deliciousblood coats my tongue. Sola’s heels dig into my ass as she groans, and her entire body trembles beneath mine.
Fuck.
She likes this.
I unlatch and move to her shoulder, where I bite again until I draw blood.
And she comes.
Her wet cunt squeezes me, and the fingers embedded in my shoulders shake as her orgasm rushes on and on, strangling the hell out of my cock as I fuck her through it.
“Out. Out. Out,” she screeches and tries to shove me off her.
Not understanding what she’s going on about, I sit back just enough to pull my erection free. Her palms slap the cold floor on either side of her as her back arches off the ground like she’s possessed by a demon. Mouth rounding in the perfect “O”, sound ceases to exist beyond my own heavy breathing for what feels like forever. Then she wails. Eyes rolling into the back of her skull, liquid squirts like a geyser out of Sola’s cunt as she writhes on the floor.
Fuck.
I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.
As the last trickle pulses out of her pussy, Sola’s chest heaves for breath, and her eyes pop open, locking on mine. Moaning low, she waves me forward, and I go to her. Settling between her thighs, I slip my dick back inside. Needing to feel her skin on mine. For some stupid reason I can’t explain, I shove her shirt up so I can see her pierced nipples. The ones I gave her. The ones she’ll always wear because of me. Pride blooms inside the blackened organthat resides in my chest, happy she didn’t try to remove them.
Sola curls her arms around my neck, and I’m struck dumb on what to do as the adrenaline of our fight fades and, with it, the urge to cut her from tits to ass.
Her entire body quivers as I push a damp strand of hair off her forehead. “You good?”
Sola nods and blinks at me like she doesn’t know what to say.
Unable to look her in the face, I lick the remnants of blood from her neck and shoulder.
She purrs like a sweet little kitten and sifts her fingers through the hair at the base of my neck.
Nope.
I can’t do this. Whatever the voodoo fuck this is.
Shaking my head, I blow out a frustrated breath and get as far away from this woman as fast as I can, fixing my pants as I go, not caring I’m still hard or that she’s lying on the basement floor by herself in a church full of criminals. That’s her problem, not mine.
Jogging up the steps, the taste of her blood still on my lips, I try to rub it off with the back of my hand. It doesn’t help.
In the kitchen, I flip on the faucet and shove my face under it to get her taste out of my mouth and out of my head. But she’s there, lingering, and what’s worse is all I can see is her splayed before me, breathing, bleeding, and what must be cum shooting from her cunt, bathing me and the floor in it.
Fuck.
I look down.
The front of my jeans is soaked in her.
Needing it gone, needing her gone, needing everything gone, I rip off half a roll of paper towels to rub her off me.
