Page 55 of Monster's Bride
He nods once and pulls his hands away before gesturing toward the floor with a nod of his head. “Then get on your knees.”
“W-what?” I whisper, my jaw dropping unexpectedly.
“You heard me.”
He turns and heads for the sitting area, leaving me staring after him, uncertain. I watch as he easily lifts a chair with one hand and carries it back to the center of the room, where he places it in front of me. Without a word he slides into the chair, leaning back and spreading his legs casually while everything slowly clicks together in my mind. When I don’t move, he hastily shoves his boxers down, causing his swollen cock to pop free and land against his stomach.
For several seconds, all I can do is stare and drink in the details of his dick that I’d been too frazzled to notice last time. It’s just as long and thick as I remember, nearly the size of my forearm. It’s several shades darker than the rest of his skin, except for the bulbous head that’s nearly white. Thick veins start at the base and wind their way up to the tip, and his huge, leathery balls—each the size of my fist—sit tucked underneath. I’ve only ever seen one other man up close and personal, and it doesn’t compare to this at all.
“I said, on your knees, Irissa.” His low, growly voice sends chills tumbling down my spine, and the heartbeat between my thighs sparks to life, thrumming away as I stare at him.
I have to admit, after the countless times I thought of this moment, this isn’t how I imagined things going. That must be why I find it so damn sexy. Under normal circumstances, I’d tell him to go to hell for bossing me around, but the heat erupting within me every time he tells me to get on my knees threatens to burn me alive. It’s wild and untamed.
I want more.
Slowly, I drop to my knees before him and search his face for approval. I find it in the smirk slanting his lips, and my heart beats erratically.
“Touch me.” His voice is laced with lust. It’s amazing how sexy he can sound when he knows what he wants and means to take it.
I reach for him with both hands, knowing full well that one hand isn’t enough to stroke him properly, and wrap my fingers around the middle of his shaft. He hisses a breath as I roll my hands up toward the tip, collecting his slippery precum on my fingers to use as lube before sliding them back down. I repeat the motion, picking up a little speed and rubbing my fingers up over his head on every upstroke to lubricate my hands more.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head lolling back against the chair. I take it as a compliment and pick up more speed, reveling in the moan that escapes his lips. “Like that. Just like that.”
Nor begins to rock his hips in time with my rhythm, bucking up every time my hands slide down to the base of his cock. The throb between my thighs gets stronger the longer I pump his shaft, and I know I’m already dripping wet. I think I’m enjoying this a little too much when Nor’s head pops up and his eyes lock with mine.
“Taste me.”
This time, I hesitate, but not because I’m unwilling. Even though Darsan and I fooled around and slept together several times, I’ve never had a man in my mouth. It’s something new, and I want it, but a nervous knot in my stomach thwarts my courage.
“I-I’m…” I stammer, not entirely certain what I’m trying to say.
Am I really going to admit to Nor that I don’t know how to do something?
No. Not a chance.
If he tells me I’m awful or begs me to stop, I’ll just tell him that’s how human men like their head. It’s a solid plan.
I lean forward and slip the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking on it gently while I continue to slide my hands up and down his length. He shudders, his body going rigid as I work my tongue around the head and along his slit, savoring the saltiness of his skin.
“Fuck, Princess,” he gasps, tangling his hand in my hair and urging me to take more of him. I suck him down until he’s at the back of my throat, even though not much of him will fit, and work my hands faster until his legs are trembling.
Seeing him like this, absolutely abandoned to ecstasy, sends pulses of pleasure straight to my clit. I can already feel an orgasm approaching. I’ve never gotten off just by touching someone else, but if I could get even the slightest bit of friction against me, it would send me over the edge. A finger, a tongue, my leg if I could sit just right. Anything at all would have me toppling over the cliff of euphoria.
Nor’s cock twitches in my hands, his balls drawing up tighter against his body, and he suddenly throws a hand out to stop me.
I slide my mouth off him, wondering if I did something wrong, but a second later, he’s dragging me into his lap and pressing his lips against mine. He’s breathing heavy, like he’s just run a good distance, and his hands are flying across my skin, feeling and groping every part of me he can manage.
“Why’d you stop me?” I ask between kisses, trying to keep my body from impaling itself immediately.
It would only take a few seconds of me grinding for both of us to finish, but I want to draw this out. I want it to last. Who knows when I’ll get another opportunity like this—ifI’ll get one—and I plan to revel in every second of it.
“Because we’re just getting started, Princess.”
With a cocky smirk, he rises to his feet, clutching me tightly against him as my legs wrap around his waist. He walks me over to his bed and lays me down on the edge, ripping my panties off with two fingers and a flick of his wrist before tossing them over his shoulder.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says, running his fingers gingerly over my sopping folds. I spasm at the touch and my pussy clenches, desperate for attention. “Do you want me inside you?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes. Please, yes.”