Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High 2)

My body craved his touch more than I wanted to push him away.

It was wrong. I knew that.

Afterward, I’d be pissed. I’d send him back to hell, but for now, I was going to be selfish and have this moment all to myself.

Gripping the edge of his shirt, I tore it open.

Buttons went flying in either direction. I caught sight of all of his ink, the old mixed with the new, but I didn’t care.

We moved to my sofa and he dropped me down.

It was a battle of wills, getting each other naked. I didn’t know exactly who won as we both ended up without our clothes, and that was more than fine with me. Our clothes were on the floor all around us and I stared at him, waiting.

“Fuck, I forgot how beautiful you are.”

I didn’t hide. I held myself still, watching him, waiting. He just kept looking at me and I liked it.

I hadn’t been with anyone else, nor had I dated. I didn’t want anyone else but him, along with his three other friends. I didn’t care if it was conventional. They hadn’t left me alone. They all promised me forever, and instead, I had a mere taste of what it meant to be owned by the Monsters’ Crew before they discarded me.

The pain shook me to my core, but rather than dwell, I stared at him for a few seconds and then sank to my knees before him. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I worked him up and down.

His fingers went to my hair, holding on to the strands. Staring up the length of his body, I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. The growl that erupted from his lips sent a thrill down my spine. I liked that I can do this to him. I didn’t take him into my mouth immediately. No, I took my sweet time, torturing him, making him wait. I didn’t want him to get off easily.

Sliding my tongue down the vein, I watched him close his eyes for a split second before they were back on me. Good. I wanted him to know who was doing this to him. I didn’t know if he’d had other women, and I didn’t want to know right now. All I was interested in was what I could get out of this.

None of the other women mattered.

When I’d coated him in my saliva and made him wait enough, I took him into my mouth, covering the entire tip. Up and down, I bobbed on him, relishing the sounds he made as he hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged on the length with how big he was.

He held my head and moved me up and down his length, and I took him, loving every single second of his touch. Even the force as he made me take him. At a few points, I gagged, but within a matter of seconds, he pushed me off his length.

Gael sat me on the edge of the sofa, moving me back, and then his tongue danced across my pussy. His tongue sliding through my slit, circling my clit, then down to my entrance. I cried out as he fucked inside me, and the pleasure was instant.

I’d touched myself, but none of it felt like this. Gael’s tongue was working his magic and all it took were a few strokes, and I was coming. I screamed his name, but I didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t. He was licking and sucking at my pussy as if I was the food he’d been dying to eat, and I loved it.

I begged him to not stop, and he hurtled me into a second orgasm that shocked me with just how quickly he got me off. I wasn’t used to coming so fast, but that was what he did to me.

My body was sated and I waited. Gael sat back, wiping his face with his palm, and then he was back between my thighs. The hard length of his cock rubbing between my lips. Each time he hit my clit, I arched up, and his hands went from my hips, up to my tits, squeezing them.

“So fucking hot.” He moved down.

I looked at him as I felt the tip against my core.

In one hard thrust, he slammed deep inside and we both cried out.

His grip on my tits didn’t let up. He held them and started to pound inside me, going deeper as he filled me. I heard the sounds of just how wet I was as he started to fuck me. Going in deep, pulling out.

“So pretty. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been wanting to fuck you? To drive my dick inside you? I’ve thought about it every single day.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I said. The last thing I wanted to hear was what he’d been craving or doing while I’d been away. He’d left me. He’d fucking left and I didn’t want to have to deal with that. Asshole. He pissed me off by even thinking I wanted to hear what he went through.