Chapter 39 #3
“Oh,” she smirks. “Does that bother you?”
“Not at all… Are you okay?”
She snickers, covering her mouth with her hand to smother a laugh.
“What?”
“You really like dinosaurs, hey?”
Glancing down, I see that I’m decked out in my “No Chomping Zone” Allosaurus boxers. I should be mortified, but instead, I shrug. “They glow in the dark.”
“They do not,” she deadpans.
If she doesn’t like these, she’s really going to hate my “Butt Quack” boxers with laughing ducks on them. “Do you need me to prove it?”
Rose’s gaze slides across my skin as she drags her sight down, then back up. “Maybe later.” She rises off the bed, moving to stand over me. “Do you want to stop?”
“Do you?” I counter. There’s no fucking way I’m stopping, but feeding into this persona I’m presenting as being a ‘good guy’ will only have her warming to me all the sooner.
She’s not drunk enough for this to be wiped from her memory.
She’ll remember how gentlemanly I was. How I didn’t treat her the way I did that first day.
Rose shakes her head. Dropping to her knees, she straddles me.
Blood’s never bothered me, I prefer it most of the time. When my playthings willingly bleed for me, something ravenous awakens. But nothing’s compared to this—to her, because she likes it. I don’t know why I’ve never looked for someone like her before.
Crimson streams in fine rivers down her back, leaking from the re-opened wound near her shoulder blade.
The slice severed the dragon’s shredded wing, disconnecting it from its bony body.
The poorly stitched cuts didn’t realign the tattooed skin, making the skeleton monster appear to have disarticulated upon a crushing impact.
Blood colours the curve of her ass, trailing down her legs in a path of its own choosing. It drips onto my skin when she rolls her hips, sliding herself along my cock.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, flower.”
She whimpers when my thumb finds her clit, circling slow. My other hand grips her hip, waiting for the right moment to slide inside her.
Her breaths come faster, and I watch entranced, waiting for the moment she detonates.
Too lost in the rhythm she sets, grinding on me, I don’t feel her notch my cock at her slick entrance. Rose slams back onto my dick as she shatters, and fuck, watching her come undone is a moment I’ll never forget.
Perhaps there are perks to this scheme after all.
Gripping her by the back of the neck, I pull her lips to mine, devouring the sounds pouring out of her. Her release mixes with the blood coating my groin, the slapping sound vile, obscene, and fucking delicious as I start to pound her from below.
“You going to let me fill you up, flower? Stuff that pretty cunt so full of my cum you taste it?”
She nods, a whimpering, moaning mess, bouncing on my shaft. Planting her hands on my chest, she snaps her hips, slamming onto me over and over.
Sweat coats her skin as she slows her pace, circling her pussy up and down my length. “Fuck, that’s it, Rose.”
“Beg me for it,” she says, moving on me at the speed of a glacier.
“Beg?”
She nods, leaning down. Her lips brush mine. “Beg.”
I grab her throat, pressing my starving lips into hers, as the fingers of my other hand weave into her hair. I kiss her hard, hot, fast. “I ain’t begging you for shit,” I growl.
Then I toss her off of me.
Rose rolls, absorbing the impact. But I’m already on her. Flipping her onto her stomach and hauling her hips up.
“Mr. Mor—“
Before she can finish my name, I bury my dick deep inside her. Fucking her hard and cutting off her words.
Leaning down over her, I gather her hair into my fist, tugging her up until the blood coating her back paints my chest.
“My name’s Ripley,” I rasp against the shell of her ear, “now fucking scream it, flower.”
My fingers find her clit, working it firm and slow as I rock into her. Her body tenses, cunt clamping down on my cock as she whimpers a moan. “That’s it, baby, cum for me.”
Fisting her hair, I turn her face to mine and press my lips into hers. She tries to pull away, fights to suck in a breath, but this is what I want.
Fucking surrender to me, flower.
Eyes falling shut, she loses the battle. “Eyes open,” I demand, but she disobeys. The cry that breaks out of her could wake the skeletons in my closet as she detonates, flooding around me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, withdrawing my cock as she erupts, coating me in her release.
“Rip-Ripley…” she pants, tears pricking in the corner of her eyes from the intensity.
“Shhh, flower. You did so fucking good.” I stroke myself, feeling her on my skin.
I drag the tip through her puffy pussy, feeling her twitch with aftershock as she fights to catch her breath.
Slowly, I push inside her. Eyes rolling back from the straight euphoria this moment brings me.
She’s so slick and warm, moaning my name like a mantra.
It shoves me off the edge. I cum so hard I see stars.
“So fucking perfect.” I groan, low and tortured.
“This pussy’s going to be the death of me. ”