Page 59 of Pretty Monster

My mouth immediately closes over her clit, and I flatten my tongue against her before taking slow, purposeful strokes over her sensitive clit. Her body shudders beneath me, her hips rocking for more, and I don’t dare stop.

I take her slowly, my tongue working back and forth as Kyah groans against her pillow, her fingers skimming across her body and lingering on her perfect tits. And then as her hips start to rock a little faster, I pull back one arm and press my fingers against her entrance, slowly pushing inside.

My fingers roll inside of her, massaging her slick walls, and when they clench around my fingers and a sharp exhale sounds through the room, I realize Kyah’s finally woken. She doesn’t try to push me away or stop me, so I keep going, working her body as she pulls her knees up higher, spreading those pretty thighs even wider.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes into the night. “Oh God. This is so wrong.”

A deep growl rumbles through my chest, and I grind my cock against the edge of her mattress, dry-humping her bed like a fucking teenager. As I pick up my pace, my tongue flicks over her clit with a little more pressure, and her body really starts to come alive beneath me.

She squirms and groans, her hips jolting as I add another finger. “Fuck. More,” she cries out, panting as she tips her head back, her fingers brushing over her hard nipples. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop.”

That’s my sweet girl.

Not one to disappoint, I keep working her, keep pushing her to her limits, and fuck, she tastes so damn good. I could eat this pussy every day for the rest of my life and never get bored of it.

Kyah grinds against my face, greedily taking it all, and I suck against her clit, my tongue flicking over the tight bud as she cries out. My fingers curl inside her, splitting and massaging before thrusting even deeper.

My balls tighten, desperate for a release, but I hold on to it, refusing to come alone, and as her walls begin clenching around my fingers, I realize just how close she is. I work her faster, pushing her to her limits as I suck, flick, and stroke, giving her exactly what she needs, and then finally she cries out, her head tipping back. “OH FUCK,” she groans through a clenched jaw. “YES!”

Her walls clamp down around my fingers, and as they start to spasm with an intense orgasm, I come hard, letting out a deep groan, but I don’t fucking stop. My tongue continues to work her clit as her orgasm powers through her, reaching new fucking highs that I know she hasn’t reached since the day I started watching over her.

But nothing will ever compare to how fucking sweet she tastes, how fucking good she feels beneath my hands, or knowing that this beautiful woman came on my fingers. God, how could I ever end her now, especially knowing how fucking good it is with her?

Kyah’s whole body shudders, the wild, convulsing of her walls making her whole body spasm and jolt until she finally collapses against her bed, her body relaxing as the high dwindles and allows her the chance to catch her breath, and before I get carried away and flip her over onto her knees and feel that sweet ass up in the air, begging to be fucked, I pull away.

“Sleep in peace now, my sweet Kyah,” I murmur into the room, keeping my tone down. “You’re safe now.”

I go to walk away when I hear her move on her bed and glance back, seeing her sitting up and grabbing for her blankets as though she needs some kind of protection from me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks. “Did . . . did you . . .?”

She lets the words fall away, but I know what she’s asking, and I nod, despite knowing she can’t see it in the darkness. “You won’t need to worry about Mason Ledger ever again,” I tell her. “Now sleep.”

Not willing to risk this a moment longer, I walk away while listening as her sweet voice fills her bedroom behind me. “Wait. Don’t go,” she calls after me. “Who are you?” But as I hear her climb out of bed and scurry out of her room, I slip out through her living room window, leaving it wide open, knowing that by the time she races over and peers out into the night, I’ll already be long gone.

27

KYAH

Okay,soI’vealwaysknown I was fucked in the head. How could I not be after having my mother abandon me at seventeen? She forced me to have to grow up and figure myself out, but I never thought I was this bad.

I let him fuck me with his fingers. He closed his mouth over my clit and made me come, and damn it, I didn’t even try to push him away. The moment he touched me, I think I knew. I was dreaming that Mason Ledger had taken me off the street last night, that Viper never made it in time, and I was taken away to be sold, but then everything shifted.

My body came alive as I slept, and I was hit with overwhelming desire, and I couldn’t get enough, but when my dream started to feel too real, I woke, and I realized he was right there between my legs, his warm tongue flicking over my clit and bringing me right to the edge of orgasm.

It was incredible. I’ve never felt so insanely alive, and the way he worked me . . . holy fucking shit. He needs to write a manual for other men. It was mind blowing. And despite not being able to see his face or know his name, I couldn’t find it within me to tell him to stop.

I needed it. I craved him, and what’s more, if he were to walk back into my room again, I’d already be spread out for him, begging for more.

What the hell is wrong with me? What kind of self-respecting woman allows her stalker to sneak into her room and eat her pussy in the middle of the night?

Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t sleep after he left. I stared out the window, hoping to get just the slightest view of him, but he slipped away into the night like some kind of ghost, and while my skin crawled with fear, it also burned with excitement. It’s the most thrilling game I’ve ever played, and I don’t want it to end.

Shit. There really is something wrong with me.

It’s just after ten in the morning, and since the new guy is doing a trial with Big Jim this morning, I don’t need to be in until eleven, so I take my time. I shower and shave, a little embarrassed that my new creepy friend caught me a little unprepared last night. If I knew I was about to have my mind blown with an exceptional tongue, I would have shaved before bed, but something tells me he didn’t mind.

After washing and conditioning my hair, I do a quick exfoliation while my mind wanders to the blank space on my arm, still trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with that. Then coming up completely blank, unsure if I even feel comfortable having any of Crew’s designs on my body, I get out of the shower and start getting ready for my day.

As the clock ticks dangerously close to eleven, I grab my bag, phone, and keys off the counter before hurrying to my door. Only I find myself pausing and glancing back at the window.

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