Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
CREW
I’ve been watching Monroe on my phone from the camera in the mortuary most of the day.
But now that Georgie-boy has gone home and all the lights have been turned down, she started to play a little game of cat and mouse with me.
She’s calling me to the place where it all started, the place where she feels me the most when she knows I’m not physically there.
Little did my pixie know that I was already outside the mortuary waiting for her to leave.
My cock rapidly hardened as she let the dress pool at her feet, and it started to leak as she climbed onto the stainless-steel table.
She’s tempting me. Calling me forward. A request I won’t deny, the pull too strong.
It’s easy to sneak into the building, using the shadows as my safe keeper like I’ve done so many times before. I spin the daisy in my hand, before I step into the room, purposefully letting my footfall step against the tile floor with a clack.
“Crew!” she gasps, her hands flying to her chest, her head turning to face the door.
“My curious little pixie. Did you think it was a good idea to tempt me?”
“You’re here, aren’t you? Exactly where I wanted you.”
“Are you scared?”
“Never of you.”
I tsk, shaking my head. I take a step in her direction, her lower lip trapped between her perfect teeth. Monroe grips the edges of the table like she’s bracing herself. Her chest rises and falls harder every moment that passes.
I can’t take any more space between us.
My hand slowly slides up her bare thigh, as her breathing hitches. I run over her silky-smooth skin until I reach the apex between her legs.
“Scared yet?”
She shakes her head, that damn sexy lip still held hostage between her teeth.
“Words, pixie.”
“I’m not scared of you, Crew.” Monroe spreads her legs, and I step between them, my hand wrapping around her throat just ever so slightly, the other stroking her velvet-soft thigh.
I look down at her, icy blue eyes blinking up at me with so much lust and desire behind them.
I want to give this girl everything and more.
All of it. My hand glides up her throat, gripping her jaw with just enough force to get her to open her mouth.
My thumb slides right in, her lips closing around it.
I groan as her tongue curls around my finger and she sucks, pulling long and hard before releasing and swirling her tongue around it.
Her eyes never leave mine, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Still not scared?” She shakes her head, and this time I don’t make her say it. “Fuck, Monroe, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I pop my thumb from her mouth and replace it with my tongue.
Her mouth meets mine like she’s just as eager, just as desperate.
I suck her tongue into my mouth, and she moans, fingernails digging into my shoulder and the back of my neck as she pulls me closer to her.
Fuck, I love her like this. Wanton. Needy. Losing control.
There’s something so disturbingly hot about taking her right here. In the room where I first met her, in the room I’ve watched her take care of countless dead bodies. We’re surrounded by death, and a Hell’s Heathen is defiling an actual living angel in the center of it all.
She’s a fucking queen embracing all of it. She controls the darkness, controls me.
My eyes don’t leave hers as I sink to my knees, my thumbs spreading open her lips, giving me a beautiful view of her dripping pussy. Her center is so pink and wet, so fucking inviting.
I eat her pussy until my face is covered with her arousal, until she’s a shaking, panting mess, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, I press my finger in deep, curving upward to her stomach. It only takes a moment before she’s coming, and it’s so fucking pretty when she does.
Monroe shakes and writhes under me, moaning out my name as wave after wave crashes into her. I stand up as she starts to come down, pulling my finger free and dragging her cum across her lips.
“Open.”
She sucks my finger into her mouth as my free hand works to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down my legs.
“You taste how good you come for me?” Her pretty, freckled cheeks are flushed, and I love the little gasp as I rub the pierced head of my cock through her folds.
I grip her hips, dragging her to the edge of the table. Monroe always looks beautiful, but like this, laid out in front of me like an offering, I can barely hold myself upright. She deserves to have me at her feet, worshiping her.
I line up my cock with her entrance and push in deep with one hard thrust. Monroe throws her head back and screams out my name in a long moan that has my cock hardening more. Her pussy walls contract around me, sucking me in deeper, holding me there.
I stay deep, giving her a moment to adjust. Even though she hasn’t felt any more pain, I know it’s still tender. She continues to pulse around me, and I swear to the devil himself, I could come just from that.
I grip her chin with two of my fingers as she pants, guiding her to meet my eyes. “Fuck, you’re a tight little thing, aren’t you?” I look down as I drag out of her, watching my cock covered in her cum.
“You belong to me and only me, Monroe. I can’t let you go, I hope you know that. I love you too fucking much.” I thrust back into her wet heat, making her scream again. She sits up, arms wrapping around my neck as she pulls me into a wet, hungry kiss.
“I love you, too. God, I love you, Crew.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I lift her up, fucking her deep.
I’m so lost, so gone for her. She could have chosen anyone, and her life could have been beautiful—soft and sweet, pure and good—like she is.
But she chose me. Me. I can’t guarantee it’ll always be easy, but I’m determined to give her the life she deserves.
Monroe takes everything I have and more, giving it right back to me. Her pussy swallows me down, and I’m so greedy for it.
“Crew, don’t stop.”
“Never, pixie.”
Monroe finds my mouth again, kissing me like she’s looking for something to hold on to, to ground her.
My hands reach beneath us, holding her by her ass as I fuck her, bouncing her up and down on my hard cock.
Arousal drips down my length, coating my balls as her velvet walls tighten their grip around me.
Her fingernails scratch into my back, my shoulders, my neck; she’s just as desperate and wanton as I am.
Her moans fuel me, and when she bites my lip hard enough to break the skin, she backs away, looking at me like she surprised even herself. I stare at the crimson staining her lips, smiling down at the expression on her face.
My curious little pixie. She looks breathtaking, so beautiful and ethereal. I can’t look away from her. My goddess of light, embracing her Heathen in the dark, leading my way out.
“Come with me, baby. I need you to come with me, Crew.”
For fuck’s sake, that’ll do it. I come instantly. Pulling her down to take my full length while my cock thickens and jerks, unloading inside her, just as she presses her face into my neck, screaming out her orgasm. We come together, shaking and vibrating with the force of it.
“I love you.”
“You’ll never know what hearing those words does to me.”
My sweet, angelic pixie is healing me.