Page 63 of Property of Necro
Her hand trembles as it rests on the top of my head.
“Make me eat your pussy, sweet cheeks,” I purr, looking up at her, urging her to take whatever the hell she wants. Not needing to be told twice, Sola pushes me right in, suffocating me in her sweet-scented cunt. I get lost. I fucking die a thousand beautiful deaths, feasting on her, knowing Rot finished in there hours ago. Remnants of his salty cum lingers, and I can’t seem to give a damn as I ravage Sola.
Crying out, her legs quiver as she squeezes the hell out of my skull with her thighs.
Fluid erupts from her cunt, bathing my tongue. I swallow greedily, and when she’s done and her legs finally release my head, I sit back. Her cheeks are flush,her lips cherry red, and her eyelids half-mast. She looks drunk, and damn if that doesn’t boost my ego.
Rot’s gonna shit himself when he hears I ate our girl out and didn’t hurt her.
Standing up, I slot myself between Sola’s legs, grab her chin, tip her head back, and press my mouth to hers. “You taste amazing,” I whisper before licking the seam of her lips.
Gasping, Sola’s shaky fingers cling to my sides like she’s trying to ground herself. “You’re freaking me out.” Her soft words are but a whisper on the wind.
Inhaling her clean scent, I nuzzle my nose alongside hers. “I can be nice sometimes.” If it means she’ll let me touch her like this.
“Were you taken over by an alien?” she whispers, like it’s a secret, yet sounds completely serious.
Smiling at her silly question, I peck her adorable lips and chuckle against her mouth. “I’ve been bewitched by a hot redhead.”
“Ew. Don’t say that.” She shoves me in the abs, and I step back, breaking our bubble. “You’ve definitely been taken over by an alien. Let me know when you grow an extra dick.” She eyes my fly like she’s imagining what I might look like with an extra appendage for her to play with—you know, like those creatures in her smutty books. The ones Necro keeps ordering online and secretly placing in the book stack beside her chair in his office. I keep telling him he’s setting us up for failure. You can’t give a woman tentacle porn and expect her not to want the tentacles. I’m not dressing up in a goddamn costume, nomatter how much Sola craves weird, suction-cupped cocks. We can leave that to Rot.
“Is that what you want?” I ask to see if these books have already tainted her spank bank.
“What?” she squeaks, and her brows pinch adorably in the center.
“Me to have an extra dick. I can’t do that, but I can arrange something.” There are three of us, and she has three holes. I’m sure if we blindfolded her and I drugged myself, we could make good use of all three holes at once. It might not be a ribbed alien dick, but Necro’s pierced cock is about as close as any human man can get. I like butt sex as much as the next dude. She’d look hot triple-stuffed.
Fuck.
I gotta stop thinking about this shit.
“Coffin.” She reaches out and slaps me between the pecs playfully. “Seriously. You’re freaking me out.”
A rumble of happiness battles in my chest. I haven’t felt this good in forever, and it’s not from the edible. It’s her. She didn’t freak out about the trophies. She’s freaking out now, but I get it. To remind her I’m still the same fucked-up man she remembers, I grab her shoulder and force her to lie back on my workbench.
Her eyes widen with concern. I don’t ease her alarm with fake bullshit. I shuck up her t-shirt to the middle of her belly, exposing her red snatch and all that milky, freckle-kissed skin. I lick my lips as I quickly extract the small blade hidden inside my boot.
“Coffin.” Her voice quivers withpanic.
I drop my finger to the middle of her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t move.”
Pressing the tip of my knife to the top of her fresh C scar, I carve a fresh line along the recently healed path, reopening the wound. Blood rushes to the surface as Sola’s legs jerk, and she cries out in pain.
Because I can’t help myself, I lean down and lick the injury. The burst of fresh blood, her blood, on my tongue has my eyes rolling back in my head and my dick so damn hard I’m about to explode. Tossing the knife onto the bench beside her, I suck Sola’s fresh wound and swiftly unfasten my jeans before I make a mess.
One touch to the tip of my cock, and I come. Thick ropes of my spend paint the floor as I moan through the best goddamn orgasm I’ve had since… this morning. Fuck. I suck harder, filling my mouth and hungrily swallowing the tang down.
When I’m through and my brain fires back online, I stand and tuck my messy, half-hard shaft back into my jeans.
“Hello, gorgeous.” I smile and offer my hand for Sola to sit up.
Staring at it like she doesn’t know whether to touch me or not, I laugh, heartier this time.
“You cut me again.” She frowns in that adorable, pouty way that does it for me.
I arch a brow. “You kept sayin’ I was actin’ weird.”
“So you made me bleed, and you…” She trails off with a firm shake of her head.
