God and Monsters

Chapter 33

I've never seen Lisa indecisive before. Not until now, while she picks apart every iota of my expression to determine if she should let me touch her. Then, like a monster tearing through flesh, her beast takes over. She seizes me by the jaw, bringing my face close to her.

"You think you're ready for me? Let's see how far you're willing to go to please me."

She lifts me off her, setting me to the side, then stands, pausing to look down at me with an unreadable expression. Her face is smoothed into cold marble.
Turning away, she walks to a black chair a few feet in front of me. She sits there some nights if she can't sleep, waiting and watching for a nightmare to arise-always watching me. Next to the chair is a little table where a glass and a canter of whiskey sits. She pours herself three fingers and then sits back in the chair, widening her knees with her arm hanging over the side, the glass held by the tips of her fingers. She eyes me, taking a sip of her whiskey before resuming her position.

"Crawl to me," she orders, her voice as rough as lava rock, yet as enticing as the spiced whiskey she swallowed. "Show me how pretty you are begging on your knees for my cock."

My stomach tightens with heat, and I feel my thighs growing slicker. I make a split-second decision and grab the rose, and place it between my teeth, reveling in the small stings on my lips from the thorns.
Copper blooms on my tongue as I follow her orders, crawling on my hands and knees with her precious rose in my mouth, hips and breasts swaying sensually.
Her eyes light up, and her nostrils flare. The cool demeanor slips, and raw desire bleeds through the cracks.

When I reach her, I kneel and set the rose on my lap.
"Was that pretty enough for you?"

She chuckles and finishes off her whiskey, setting the glass down on the table. "You're so fucking beautiful; I want to cut the eyes from those who get the privilege to look at you," she rasps, licking her lips predatorily.

She sits up enough to pull the shirt and her sports bra over her head, baring herself completely. My mouth waters at the sight of her delicious hard nipples and I feel my skin flush all over again from how sinfully delicious she looks. Something about her tanned skin covered in black tattoos... Jesus Christ, thank you, She-Devil for inventing a woman like Lisa. My eyes linger on the scar cutting through her abs, and I decide that I
want to be as strong as Lisa. A woman who has faced death with a smile on her face countless times, only for her to turn around and do it again. Over and over.
Gently, I drift my fingers across the crimson handprint streaked across her stomach, intoxicated by the sight of her twitching beneath me. The tension condenses until it feels like I'm wading through lava. My jaw is in her hand again within seconds, her thumb smearing the dots of blood along my lips.

"I want to see this gorgeous mouth all over my cock," she murmurs. "Take off my belt."

Heeding her command, the metal clings as my fingers deftly undo the buckle, and memories surface of her wrapping this belt around my neck as she fucked my mouth. I want that again, but I know I'm not quite ready for it yet. She releases my jaw as I make quick work of her button and zipper, delighting in the sound of metal teeth breaking apart for me. her cock bursts free before I finish unzipping, and this time, my mouth dries.

Somehow, I've forgotten how intimidating her size is.
Licking my lips, I grab the rose, spread my knees, and glide the soft petals through my slit again, once more soaking them with my arousal. She watches me closely as I sit up, and drag the stem across her hip slowly, the sharp thorns biting into her sensitive flesh. She hisses between her teeth, her eyes flashing viciously. Trapping my bloody lip between my teeth, I trail the petals alongside the ridge of her cock, delighting in the way her stomach clenches. Veins protrude from her length, and I follow them up to the tip with the flower, coating her in my wetness.