Gods & Monsters(73)

“No, th-they will see.”

His gaze is wicked and desperate. Every part of him is dying to do this, has been dying to do this for years, expose me. “But they gotta see it, baby. They gotta see how wet and pink you are. They need to see it because only then will they get it. They will finally get why I’m a fiend for you. For your body. They need to see your cunt and how tight it is, how it drives me fucking crazy, how I’d do anything for you.”

I gush even more at his words, my clit buzzing with the sound of his rough voice. I let go of his wrist and let him pull the useless fabric all the way to one side, exposing my clenching hole.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers, his fingers swirling in my wet heat, dragging around in my sticky arousal. Then he pushes a long finger in and I arch up, pressing my hips into his hand. “Yeah, that’s so nice and tight, Pixie. See, now they know. Now they know that your pussy is magic. They’re all nodding their heads now. Now they get why I’m kneeling at your feet and lapping at you like a dog. And why I’m humping the air. Now they understand why I need you so bad.”

His voice seems to be coming from a distance. I’m in a daze. I’m here in this room with him and I’m also in the past, hundreds of miles away in my old church. I’m everywhere. I’m in every person. I’m in every living thing.

I’m in Abel and he’s in me. His Pixie.

He’s watching me with hooded eyes, his lips parted, harsh breaths coming out of his mouth in gusts. “What do I do now, Pixie? How do I get rid of this ache, huh?”

In a burst of energy, I stop his wrist, and somehow manage to sit up. “You cure me every day, don’t you? Now I’m gonna cure you.”

But when I go to stand up, he stops me. He looks into my eyes, all deep and meaningful and my heart starts slamming, even more than before. Somehow, I already know what he’s going to say. “Everyone’s watching, Pixie. The whole world.”





The camera. The red blinking light.

It’s on. It’s recording.

The shaggy-haired guy must have left it on by mistake, I think. If I stand up and take my clothes off, and sit on Abel’s dick, the camera will capture it all. Forever and ever. Then the clip of it will be put out in the world, in front of a million people, who might see me with my husband. I can already feel their beady eyes on the screen, watching us, judging us, criticizing us, getting aroused by us.

But hasn’t it already happened before? That night when my mom dragged me out without letting me wear clothes, so I could bear my shame. People have already seen me, judged me, criticized me. They have already burned me at the stake.

Now, this will happen on my terms. I’m already ashes. But now, I will rise like a fucking phoenix. We will rise like a phoenix.

I face the man I love. He’s waiting for me, hard and aroused, but still waiting. I love him so much I might burst.

With a slight smile, I get up. My surroundings tilt a little, but it’s okay. I’ll survive. Abel’s hands fall to his sides, his hair all messy as he looks up at me. I fist the hem of my dress and take it off in one shot. Then off come my bra and my panties. I don’t stop or think until I’m all naked and flushed, standing in front of him.

If there’s a name for what happens once you’ve passed the stage of lust, then that’s Abel’s name, in this moment. His nostrils flare with every drag of his breath. His teeth are bared. Every vein on his arms, on the side of his neck, is bursting through the skin.

I put both hands on his shoulders and straddle his lap on the bed. My wet, soft pussy brushes over his jean-covered bulge.

“Then let them watch,” I whisper, bringing my hands down to his fly and opening the zipper. “Let them watch what you do to me. If you’re a fiend for me, then I’m your little monster. I have sharp nails like you have sharp teeth. If you’re sick, then I’ve got a little fever of my own.”

Once his hot, hard dick is out and in my hands, I line it up with my hungry cunt, his pre-cum-oozing crown brushing against my folds. He hisses and I moan. Then, in the next breath, I slide onto his erection, stabbing my core with the most delicious knife God’s ever made. My Abel’s cock.

Instantly, his palms grab onto my ass and his hips jerk up. I’m in heaven, my head thrown back, my long hair probably tickling the back of his hands as I moan, loud and high.

When I lower my face, I kiss his lips and he bites mine. “If you eat me out like a dog, then I’m going to fuck you like I’m your bitch in heat.”

I begin rocking, grinding on his length, slowly, carefully. This is a new position for me. Abel’s always the one in charge. But I’m determined to make it good, make him feel everything that he makes me feel when he’s moving inside me. So I twist my hips, go side to side, letting him feel the soggy walls of my core.

“Is that right, Pixie?” he rasps, watching me fuck him, watching me find my own rhythm. “You’re gonna fuck me like that, huh?”

I nod, now rising up on my knees before sliding back down on his erection. “Unh…”

Abel helps me glide over him, fisting the flesh of my ass. “God, Pixie. You aren’t as good as everyone thought you were.”

I look into his dark eyes. The eyes of a demon. A demon I love and adore. “I guess not.”

He smacks my ass, making me gasp and squirm over his length. Chuckling, he does it again. And again, as I move up and down and find a pace.