Page 57 of Monster's Obsession

“I’m convinced now there isn’t a part of you that doesn’t taste like perfection.”

“You would know now,” I retorted, a little grumpy because of how turned on I was.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you feelallbetter. It’s just a bonus I get to eat while I do it.”

“Ash!” That was all I could say as he slid his body down mine, making sure to replace his warmth with the rock again so I was taken care of.

He pried my legs open with both hands, gripping my inner thighs gently but firmly so I couldn’t close them like I was trying to.

“I can’t believe this. This is definitely not what my college boyfriend would be doing,” I practically shouted nonsensically.

He chuckled against my skin, burying his nose near my pussy and simply breathing in like a crazy person.

Or monster.

“You want to play a little make-believe, sweetheart? Pretend it’s a boring human between your thighs,” he drawled. “I can guarantee a human boy wouldn’t be able to make you feel half as good as I’m about to.”

With that statement, he thrust his tongue between my folds, capturing all the blood as he licked and sucked my pussy.

I came instantly, the build-up was too much for me to hold back.

He lifted his face, a wide smile on his lips, and blood smeared all over his nose, lips, and chin.

A part of me perversely wished for a camera to capture the moment.

“That’s one,” he purred, before burying his face in my core once again. His tongue slid inside me in a thrusting rhythm, mimicking his cock. I whimpered in ecstasy, another orgasm already building.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just let go. Let me make you feel good,” he murmured in between licks.

I was forgetting thebloodysituation with how good his tongue was feeling.

“I’ve never tasted anything better.” He groaned hungrily and made a swallowing sound…and I realized he’d literally swallowed gulps of my blood.

Fuck.

I panted, and arched…and came…because evidently, I was a dirty bitch.

“That’s two,” he said breathlessly, diving back in.

My hands slid into his silky hair, pulling and pushing as I writhed against his face. It felt so good. He was eating me like it was his job, like it was his favorite thing in the world. His tongue slid and separated my folds as if he was chasing every drop of blood present there. Ash worked his way down to myotherhole…circling the rim like he was trying to get every drop that escaped him.

“Ash, please,” I panted, wiggling awkwardly. He slid two fingers inside me, his mouth going back to my clit as he summoned a third orgasm.

When he grinned at me and said “three,” I snorted unsexily. His face lit up at the sound though, like I literally could do no wrong for him.

And then he dove right back in, resembling a serial killer with how much blood was all over him. And I mean all over him. It had dripped down his neck and onto his chest.

Like I said…it was a heavy day.

And as the orgasms continued, all of my cramps did indeed fade.

And I’d decided that having a monster for a boyfriend was much better than any regular college dude.

I was also realizing that I’d fallen hopelessly and completely in love with Ash.

* * *

I’d fallen asleep after Ash had worn me out with what felt like a million orgasms. When I finally woke up…I felt like a million bucks. I lazily stretched my arms over my head, realizing something silky and luxurious had been wrapped around me, and another small towel had been placed in between my legs. I must have been dead to the world to not notice Ash dressing me.