Page 26 of Pretty Monster

Fuck, she’s so gorgeous, and as I take a deep breath, I can finally smell her, so fucking sweet. It’s the best kind of torture I’ve ever experienced, and then she drops right down, taking the monster cock until she bottoms out. “OH GOD,” she cries before slowly coming back up, the dildo soaking in her arousal.

Her fingers move over her clit like lightning, working herself just how I wish I could, and as her sweet cunt adjusts to the large intrusion, she finally starts to move. She fucks the dildo hard, taking it deep with long, forceful thrusts, one hand gripping her headboard just to keep herself balanced.

It’s intoxicating, and I work myself right along with her, matching her fast thrusts and squeezing hard as I grit my teeth.

She’s fucking perfect, so damn beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like her. I need to touch her, need to taste her, but she’s not ready. Soon though. So fucking soon.

Kyah cries out again, and when her thighs start to shake, she throws herself back on the mattress, her legs spread wide, giving me the perfect view of her soaking pussy as she reaches through her legs and grips the dildo. I can’t tear my eyes off her, watching the way her cunt stretches around the thick cock and as she throws her head back, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. I push the closet door open, not wanting to obstruct my view of her a second longer.

My cock is throbbing, the hard angry veins pulsing as my balls tighten. I’m so fucking desperate for a release, but I hold on to it, determined to come with her.

Kyah pants loudly, barely able to catch her breath, and if it weren’t for her groans and desperation, she would have heard the way my fist moves up and down my cock or the subtle grunts tearing from the back of my throat.

I inch closer through the darkness, needing to see the way her arousal glistens on the dildo, and fuck me, it’s everything. She pushes it deeper, taking long forceful thrusts, and as she clenches her eyes, her head tips back, and I know this is it.

“FUUUUCCCCKK,” she groans, coming so goddamn hard I can see the way her pussy shudders, clenching around the thick dildo, but she doesn’t stop thrusting, doesn’t stop rolling her fingers over her clit as she rides out the high, and as I watch the way she falls apart, her scent so thick in the air, I come hard, blowing my load right across her fucking bedroom, my hips jolting forward.

My whole body feels paralyzed as the hot spurts of cum shoot out of me, and God dammit, I’ve never come so hard, and judging by the way Kyah cries out into the night, she’s right there with me.

Her high finally starts to ease, and she slows her movements, panting so fucking heavily she doesn’t even hear as I tuck myself back into my pants and inch away from the foot of her bed, keeping myself hidden in the darkness.

Kyah takes shaky breaths, her fingers falling away from her clit, and as she slowly pulls the dildo out of her sweet pussy, she cringes, and I can only imagine just how sore she is as she tosses the glistening dildo across her bed. The overwhelming need to ease her pain blasts through my veins, desperately wanting to crawl into her bed and part those pretty thighs, gently pushing my fingers inside of her and massaging her sore walls until she’s coming all over again, my tongue leisurely roaming over her pretty clit. But instead, all I can do is stare at the used dildo.

Kyah instantly crashes against her pillow, grabbing her blankets and pulling them right up over her shoulder, and I’m sure had she not been drinking so much tonight, she’d be more than aware of me standing in the shadows. But tonight, I’m thankful that she’s not because if she were, I wouldn’t be able to creep forward and reach across her bed.

My hand closes around the base of the dildo, lifting it to my lips, and without even a moment of hesitation, I open wide, lapping up every drop of her arousal and tasting just how fucking sweet she is.

My knees buckle, and as I place the dildo exactly where she’d put it, I drop down, catching myself at the base of her bed, being careful not to wake her, knowing without a doubt that Kyah Bailey is about to change the fucking game.

Soon, Kyah, my sweet little devil. So fucking soon.

12

KYAH

Myeyesspringopenas a loud banging booms through my apartment, and I cringe, the morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My head immediately starts to pound, and I instantly regret my decision to try and keep up with Nat last night.

What the hell was I thinking? I know better than that. Nat is a beast when it comes to holding her liquor. On the other hand, I like to think I can handle it, but in reality, I’m the biggest lightweight to ever walk the planet.

Dragging my hand over my face, I try to adjust to the bright morning, but let’s face it, it’s no use. Nothing but a screaming orgasm is going to help this hangover. Though the one I had last night was pretty fucking good. Hell, I still feel my legs shaking.

That was intense. I don’t usually use the big boy, but when my hand curled around the base and I pulled it out, I couldn’t resist giving it a go. I had to take it slow at first. I wasn’t sure it would really fit, but the tequila and the vibration of Viper’s bike under my pussy really gave me the extra encouragement I needed. Then once I was comfortable and I’d adjusted, there was no stopping me. Hell, I don’t think I can go back to using my other ones now. It’s a sad day in hell for the rest of my collection. I’ll have to host a wake for them. I could make miniature caskets and then send them out in a blaze of glory.

A soft beep fills my room, and I groan, rolling over to find my phone, and as I scoop it up, I see a new notification from Alex. My stomach sinks.

“Oh no,” I mutter to myself, dread filling my veins.

What the hell did I do?

As I unlock my phone and open the next text from Alex, I mentally prepare myself, trying to go over everything that happened last night and hoping like hell I didn’t throw myself at him and embarrass the shit out of myself. But come to think about it, maybe it was Viper I was throwing myself at.

Shit. This calls for damage control.

Ignoring the thousand new texts from Crew, I open the single one from Alex.

Alex - Open the fucking door, Mace.

What the fuck?

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