Page 25 of Monsters Like Us
Holy shit.My hips buck, wanting him to show me.
He slides a finger inside me, and I can’t contain my moan. I slap my other hand over my mouth. The world narrows to the rhythm of his hand, the way his stare never breaks from mine, and the quiet rasp of his breath mixing with my own. My hips move, chasing the pleasure, needing more, the edge so close it terrifies me.
His mouth crashes against mine in a hard, hungry kiss. The shock of it steals my air, but I quickly recover, responding to his hunger, my whimper swallowed by his heat. His lips devour, claiming and consuming me.
“Yes,” he breathes against me. “My little murderess.” The nickname he’s given me curls dark and possessive in the space between us.
His words detonate something inside me. The world dissolves into sparks, into the endless drag of his kiss, into the storm of release that rips through me with his name on my lips.
When I collapse back against the mattress, shaking, his mouth lingers on mine—slower now, almost tender. His forehead rests against mine, his voice low, promise woven through every syllable.
“I’m not finishedwith you yet.”
I blink up at him. “W-What?”
“I need to taste your soaked pussy.”
A whimper bursts free, and he chuckles, the sound dark and possessive.
“Will you let me taste you, little murderess?”
I nod frantically. “Please.”
He hisses sharply as he moves, head drifting closer to my center. His soft breath hits the wetness between my legs, and I stop breathing. My hands curl against the sheets, nervousness and anticipation racing through my veins. I’ve never consensually had anyone touch me, and no one has ever gone down on me, so I don’t know what to expect.
Instead of licking me, Micah blows softly on my pussy. I jerk, gasping at the unexpected pleasure jolting through me like a bolt of lightning. “Jesus, Micah,” I whisper, my hand curling in his black hair.
He chuckles against me. “Jesus isn’t in this room, murderess.” He spreads my legs wider, his tongue flicking against my clit. “Justyourmonster.”
“Holy shit!” I cry out, my back arching. His hand flies up, covering my mouth.
“Shhh. If we get caught, you won’t like what happens to us.”
Fear courses down my spine. I nod as he readjusts himself, getting comfortable between my legs.
His tongue swirls around my clit, sending pleasure rippling through me. My heart hammers against my ribs from fear and excitement. My eyes move to the window in the doorway, but there’s no one there. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer. He moans, his tongue sweeping along my pussy before sucking my clit into his mouth.
When he dips a finger inside me, Islap a hand over my mouth.
“You’re soaked for me, murderess,” he rasps before adding another finger.
I tug on his hair harder, his fingers stretching me.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers before he sucks my clit hard, pumping his fingers inside me.
The orgasm comes on embarrassingly fast. I don’t have time to brace for it. My pussy squeezes his fingers once before pleasure barrels through me. Stars explode behind my eyes. My back arches as I clamp my teeth into the skin of my hand, trying not to scream. My hands push at his head, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But he doesn’t budge. His mouth sucks harder, his fingers pumping in and out of me through every wave of my orgasm.
“Please,” I murmur, torn between begging him to stop and pleading for him to never stop.
His dark eyes are heated as he watches me. The pressure from his mouth starts to lessen, and the pumps of his fingers slow as I come down from my orgasm. My heart still pounds, and my mind buzzes like a beehive, but there are no thoughts there.
Micah pulls back, licking his lips. “You taste so good, little murderess. I could eat you every day, twice a day.”
I groan against my hand, finally removing it from my mouth.
He chuckles at my awed, wide-eyed expression, placing a kiss on my pussy before kissing my lips.
“Mine,” he whispers against my mouth. “You’re fucking mine, Katana.”
