Gods & Monsters(68)

But tonight, I want to do it.

Abel caresses my hair with his long fingers. “Be my guest, baby. But you can’t hold me responsible for what happens when you wrap your pretty pink lips around me.”

I lean forward and give it a tiny lick, making him hiss and fist my hair. “Yeah? What’s going to happen?”

From down on my knees, he looks massive. A tower. A building. The Empire State: tallest building I’ve ever seen. Every bulge of his muscles, every tight curve is on display and I want to lick him all over.

“I might end up fucking your tiny mouth like I fuck your tiny pussy and the best part’s that I won’t have to pull out. I’m gonna flood your hole this time,” he rasps.

I open my mouth and suck the salty crown like it’s a lollipop. His jaw goes slack and his head falls back. I hum around his engorged flesh. “Yeah, I want that. I want your cum, Abel. It’ll make me feel better.”

He lowers his head, his eyes blacker than ever, and his skin red and orange like a demon’s. “Yeah? You want your medicine, baby?”

I nod, fisting the base of his hot shaft and running it all over my wet lips. “And vitamins. I want my vitamins or I might die.”

“We can’t have that, can we? If you die, I die too.” He looms over me, a red and dark shadow, gathering my hair in a fist, arching my neck. “Then suck my dick, Pixie. Make me the happiest man alive.”

A current sizzles through my body, floods my core, and I do that. I suck his dick. My mouth opens, stretches like my cunt did all those weeks ago on the dirty, rough couch and I take him in. He’s hot and musky and salty.

My teeth collide with his velvety skin and he jerks, moaning. I’m swirling my tongue all over his sexy length, tasting him, committing him to memory so I can go on during the day when he’s gone and I can’t get to his dick. He’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Not even chocolate compares to the taste of my husband.

“Fuck, Pixie, you’re gonna kill me.”

I chuckle around his cock and he shudders. Right now, he’s letting me do whatever I want. Lick him all over, top to bottom. Swirl my tongue around his crown, fishing out his pre-cum from that pin-prick of a hole. Fisting the base of his shaft and twisting it, squeezing it like I’ve seen him do. But I know that soon he will use my mouth as he uses my tiny hole and fuck his aggression out. So I poke him with my tongue, play with his balls, run my nails up and down his thighs.

And then, it starts: his slow rocking. At first, it’s only superficial; his cock goes to the back of my mouth, that’s only slightly uncomfortable. But then, he pushes forward, making me take almost all of him. I dig my nails on the hard flesh of his thighs as my knees dig into the hardwood floor, and my ass and back hit the wall.

I’m choking on his length and he knows it. He stares down at me with mean, hooded eyes. “Am I curing you, Pixie?”

I moan, making him feel the vibrations on his length, arching my neck so I can take him in more.

He bares his teeth, like he’s an animal or a savage from olden times. “You’re a goddamn goddess, baby.”

His grunts and curses and praises are all making it better. It’s hard to breathe and my mouth is completely stretched out but I don’t care. Yeah, he’s making me feel better with his brutal thrusts and his brutal fingers in my hair. He’s curing me, making me forget everything. My medicine-man.

I let him use me and in that, I use him too. I play with my heavy breasts, pinch my sore nipples and flick my clit.

My body jerks and my curves bounce with his stabs and then, I’m coming on my hand and moaning all around his cock. He can’t hold on much after that. He starts firing his cum down my throat. Lash after lash of his sweet, salty cream. I cough out some, but mostly I gulp it down. I fill my stomach with the medicine he gives me; only then can I breathe.

Abel lets go of my hair and the strands fall down on my back as he pulls out, his cock all wet and shiny, coated in his own cum and my saliva. Wet strands connect my sore lips to the crown of his shaft, like some sort of erotic string of life. He’s about to lean over and get me up so he can wrap his arms around me; I know that. But I press my palms hard on his thighs and stop him.

On my knees, craning my neck up, I look at him, my husband, my god. “I’m scared.”

I don’t tell him about what but he already knows. He thumbs my wet, swollen lips, looking down at me. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“It’s crazy.”

“So be it.”

“I don’t care if it’s a sin.”

“It’s not a sin. Nothing we do together is a sin. No matter how unconventional it is or wrong for other people, it’s right for us.”

“Yeah. It is. This is right for us. For me and you. I don’t want to follow any more rules. I don’t want to be like other people.” Swallowing, I nod. “I want to do it.”

The words are out and it makes me feel lighter. It makes me feel alive.

“You sure, Pixie?”

“I think I need to. I think we need to. We need our own world, where we set the rules. This world isn’t enough for us.”

He leans down, his silver cross dangling, grazing my lips, and hauls me to my feet. But he doesn’t let me stand on them even for a second. His hands go to my naked butt and hoist me up, my thighs winding around his waist.