17. La Petite Mort

Her arousal trails down into my palm, and I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue. Her warm pussy clenches around my fingers as I grab hold of her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes switch back and forth between me and Jeremy. The light blue is a razor-thin width away from being nearly translucent. Her bottom lip trembles slightly. The urge to sink my teeth into it consumes every thought for a few moments. The depraved possibilities of what I'm capable of are eating away at her mind. She's terrified of me. Good. And yet she's eager for more…. and so am I. But I want to draw this teasing out as long as possible.

"Am I right?" I ask her, demanding a response to confirm what I already know.

She tries rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to dislodge me. I tighten my grip on her jaw and pull her closer to my face. She whimpers and closes her eyes. I'm giving her the time she needs to admit to herself that she wants this just as much as I do.

Only a few moments pass before she's gazing at me again. Her teeth clench, making her muscles flex beneath my fingers.

I'm waiting. It's right there. I know it is. It's burning just below the surface, eager to crack her porcelain exterior.

"Am I right? Are you my filthy freak?" I repeat, stroking her inner walls with my other hand.

Her body bends as if she wants to curl in on herself. "Yes," she groans with some reluctance.

The resistance she harbors is evident. It makes my chest puff out with pride that I can control her like this. I pull my hand from beneath her dress and show her how her arousal glistens on my fingers.

"I told you, Dead Girl. You're just as fucked up as I am to be turned on by this." My chest rumbles with my amusement at witnessing her reaction to seeing the evidence of her own defeat. The sign that I know her body better than she knows herself, and she loathes it.

A smirk graces my lips, and I bring my palm to her mouth. "Would you like a taste?" She grimaces at the offer, and I know my next words will shake her to the core. "No? You seemed to thoroughly enjoy my cum, especially when it's glazed over strawberries."

I can see her thoughts stitch together as she realizes what I said. The anger she was fronting morphs into a mask of disbelief. Her once-tightened jaw is now slack, and her mouth is agape. Ahhh, perfect.

I flatten my tongue and lick her sweet delicacy from my hand, lapping it up as if I were starving on a desolate plain. "Mmmm," I hum with an exaggerated effect.

Her eyes are as round as saucers, and at this moment, I wish I was a mind reader. I would love to be privy to her unfiltered thoughts. I can only imagine how much I'm blowing up her world. This is something she's never experienced, and I'm about to give her all her dirtiest firsts.

I slide my hand under her shirt and bra, grabbing one of her tits. She has got to have the softest skin I've ever felt. The urge to just squeeze the fuck out of it is strong. Instead, I find her nipple, which is as hard as my cock, and I pinch it roughly.

Her mouth continues to hang open, shocked by how I seem to find all the places that make her writhe. "If you're just going to keep your mouth open, we might as well fill it."

Ready to turn her insides out, I step behind her, grabbing her hips. Then I move her like a ragdoll to where I want her. When she's lined up perfectly, I fist her hair…then shove her head down, her open mouth swallowing my dead brother's cock. She squirms beneath my hold, and a muffled mumble of curses flits from her pretty mouth. I can't help but laugh as she struggles and sputters on his length. I yank back on her hair, allowing her to gulp down oxygen. Saliva coats her lips and chin trailing from my dead brother's dick. I keep my other hand firm on her breast as they both bounce beneath her shirt with each ragged inhale. Her disheveled appearance only adds to her beauty.

"Make it good. Suck his dick, and I won't kill you. Understand?"

I still have a firm grasp on her locks, so when she tries to push her shoulders back, she only succeeds at getting her hair pulled harder. "Fuck. You," she breathes with determination.

The shock of having a masked man jump you at your place of work obviously wore off because that hellion living within her was ready to play. I can't deny that I'm also ready to have a little more fun. Slipping my hand from beneath her shirt, I remove the lighter from my pocket, flicking it open and sparking the wheel. Seems only fitting that I use it on her like I did those pictures in Brando's bedroom. The flame dances just beneath her chin, licking at her skin.

"Don't make me repeat myself, or I'll douse you and my brother in formaldehyde and light this shit-hole up."

"Okay, okay," she whispers, barely moving her mouth. After I'm satisfied she's finally understanding our dynamic, I replace the lighter in my pocket.

"Good. Now fucking suck." I push the back of her head again with less force than I did previously, allowing her a chance to obey me.

Her lips wrap around the head of his cock, and her pink tongue peeks out, stroking the base. Once I'm satisfied with her commitment to my dirty venture, I remove my hand from her hair and admire her from behind. Her ass jiggles with each bob of her head, and her noises grow, as does her enthusiasm. She's moaning and slurping. This is better than I could've imagined. Glancing at my cold dead brother, I give him a mental fuck you. He doesn't deserve this kind of exquisite treatment.

"If he weren't dead already, I'd kill him for what you're doing to him right now." I bunch her skirt over her ass. Her movements decrease a bit, but she doesn't stop. "You're such a good fucking slut... following orders," I growl, smacking her ass. There's a bright red hand print in the shape of my hand glowing on her pale skin, and my gut flips at the marking. I lean over her bent form so my masked face rubs against the nape of her neck. I need her to feel these words I'm about to share with her. "Take note of how you feel at this moment because, in one second, all you'll ever know is how it feels to be mine."

My jeans are unbuttoned and down to my knees, allowing my dick to spring free from its tight confines. The veins that serpentine along my cock are engorged, and my shaft bounces in time with my pulse.

I'm not sure when she became mine in my head, but I'm about to give it a physical ceremony. I drag my head through her folds, gathering her arousal on Richard's piercings. The sight is just as glorious as I imagined it would be. With one thrust, I sink into her tight, soaked pussy. Her head falls back on my shoulder just as a moan releases from her throat. I don't care that she disobeyed me by discontinuing the blowjob on my brother. My focus is on the nirvana of this moment.

"Fuckkkk," I groan, gripping her hips for leverage, pounding into her harder and faster.

That pressure in my lower back is mounting with every stroke, but I can't let this end too quickly. I wrap Monica's hair around my wrist and shove her open mouth back down on my brother's dick. She gags loudly as her body tries to expel the foreign object and draw in the air, but I don't let up. My cock is sheathed within her warm cunt, and the more she chokes, the harder her body clenches around me. The build-up is enticing, clicking up the rungs of a roller coaster that's readying for the plummet back down to earth.

Her squirming slows along with that sweet pulsating clenching around my shaft. She squirts around me. I pull out before I blow my load, and I'm done with her. She's like electricity, neon lights on a rush of acid-laced cocaine. I could get lost in her. She's better than any drug I've ever had, and that terrifies me. Her shoulders slump, and her body becomes heavy in my hold. She's starved of oxygen and fading. I yank her up for air, and a rattle vibrates from her throat as she sputters for air.

Her arousal continues to drip down her inner thighs, creating a small puddle on the floor beneath us. When she's done, I lift and maneuver her until she's straddling his hips, positioned right on my brother's shaft. Her form crumples onto Jeremy's chest as if she's about to go to sleep, but I'm not done with her yet.