“As you should,” she challenges me, gripping my arm. “Am I a wimp if I can’t watch?”
“Not at all. This ain’t for the weak,” I reply, threading the needle before hovering over her. “Here we go, babe.”
“We can drop the madame shit. I just need you to comfort me, Havoc,” she says as she tenses, feeling the pressure of the needle piercing her skin.
“I’m here to provideanythingyou need, red,” I assure her, concentrating on mending her side. I momentarily forget she’s naked in my need to make sure I do this right. I don’t want to fuck her up too badly, but she will have a scar no matter who were to stitch her up tonight. The conversation between us lulls, my giant hands making it hard to hold the needle well. I try notto show any of this to Tess, wanting to keep her comfortable, with her mind at ease. I feel like I’m holding my breath the entire time I work on her. But I don’t care. I’m doing everything in my power to ensure this is a relaxing experience for my girl. Well, as much as it can be.
When I finally place the last suture, I exhale a deep sigh of relief. I feel the tension between my brows and shoulders ease. I turn behind me to grab a few paper towels, wetting them in order to wipe the dried blood off of her stomach. Tess watches me carefully, her nipples hard as shit as I clean her skin, staring back into her eyes just as intensely. “Good job, babe,” I whisper as she closes her eyes, trying to hold the tears at bay. “None of that, Tess. Let it out. I’m your soft spot in this hard ass world. At least, I really want to be.”
“You do?” she asks. When her eyelids open, a flood of tears pours down her temples.
“Yeah, red. I’m done pretending. That’s why I’m about to show you how a monster eats pussy.” I growl to emphasize my point, slotting my hand between her thighs and slapping her a little, the latex of my gloves loud in the quiet kitchen. “I gotta wrap you up first though. And we’re taking this slow. One orgasm tonight. I don’t think you can handle more than that.”
“I don’t think I can either. I feel like I’m fucked up thanks to this whiskey,” she moans as she pushes the bottle towards me. “Get this away from me.”
“Sleep it off here, with me.” It’s not a question, but a command.
“Yeah. I’d like that.” It’s so fucking easy. The way we’re finally giving into this thing.
“Good. Spread your legs and warm up that sinful slit while I’m wrapping up your side.” She does as she’s told, obeying as her fingers stray to her center. “Atta girl, red.” Lifting her up is going to hurt her like a bitch. I need her distracted to cut thepain some. I press up on her back, letting Tess know I’m about to move her body. She nods, her fingers wet from playing with herself. I can’t go fast, or she may get lightheaded from the whiskey and puke. That would be even worse on her injury. So, I take it steadily, raising her up as she cries out in pain, her jaw parted on her wail, her hand pausing as her entire figure tenses. “Easy, Tess. Just breathe.” She closes her eyes, trying to pull it together as I grab the gauze and gently wrap her ribcage area. She keeps them closed as she continues to masturbate, her sultry smell so much better inside my muzzle than her fucking blood.
“Havoc,” Tess whimpers as I finish and reach my face down to meet hers, resting my forehead against her own.
“Yeah, red,” I say, waiting patiently.
“Please. Please lick my pussy now. It’s been nothing but pain all evening. Just fucking lick my cunt and add something sweet to top off that edge. Please, baby. Fuck me with your tongue.” Tears are running down her cheeks. I nod, a small huff heating her nose and cheeks that makes her brilliant smile come out.
“Let’s go to my room,” I suggest, pulling her long legs around my hips and picking her up under my favorite pair of ass cheeks. I hold her close to me. I can still feel one hand going to town on herself. I’m hoping with her own foreplay, she’ll teeter over real quick when I add my tongue. Tess needs rest. But we both need this more.
It’s dark in my room. I don’t bother with any lights. I know where I’m going, and my girl just needs to sleep in here. She isn’t getting a grand tour tonight. Not that there’s much to see up here in my apartment. She sighs heavily as I bring her to the bed as softly as I can. I make sure she’s resting comfortably on a pillow before retreating to the end of the mattress and pushing between her legs gently.
“Remember. Nice and slow, red. We’ve got plenty of days ahead of us to make good on this thing between us,” I mumble.
“Shut up, Havoc. Just do it already,” she says tiredly, making me roll my eyes to myself as I open my mouth and lap at her cunt. Her taste explodes over the surface of my tongue and causes my eyes to roll again, this time into the back of my head. It’s so fucking primal to have my mouth on this female. It satisfies everything I’ve been doing my best to push away from my mind. That I’m obsessed with her and want to stuff her holes full of me. My dick is aching as I spread her thighs further and dig my tongue into the depths of her pussy. It’s so large, I can feel either side of her inner walls squeezing down around me. I swirl it to the left, swiping her sensitive flesh as she moans heavily, her fingers clutching the blanket beneath her.
“I knew you would be able to eat pussy. But this is better than anything I imagined on my own,” Tess says. “Fuck, Havoc. How have we made it this far without fucking each other’s brains out?”
“I have no idea. Now that I know what you taste like, I may never return to work again and hole up here with you to eat this cunt for breakfast, lunch and dinner,” I reply, licking along her pussy lips before lathering my tongue over her clit. I’m hitting every single area of her sex that will bring her pleasure. Worshipping it and her as the goddesses they are. “Fuck, red. You smell so good, babe. I’ve gotten whiffs of your arousal before, but nothing compares to being nose-deep in the real thing.”
“If you don’t start fucking me with that tongue again, I’ll cut it out and use it as a dildo, cookie. Keep. Eating.” Not one to tempt fate, I do as I’m told and insert the rough muscle into her slit. She throws her legs over my horns and uses them as leverage to slam herself down onto my face, making the fit against my snout secure and unyielding. I dig my fingertips into her wide hips, doing my best to control their thrusting. If sheoverexerts herself, she will pay for it tomorrow and she’s already going to hurt so fucking badly.
The way the back of her knees grip my horns has my own hips thrusting into the mattress below me, my cock wanting to explode at the thought of making her so hot. Red is turned the fuck on. And it makes my tongue work overtime as it spurs her further towards her release.
Her fingers hit my nose as she rubs her clit furiously, my tongue fucking her like a cock, her sensitive flesh around it growing wetter, slicker by the second. We throw taking it slow out the window as she slams her ass towards my neck, her thick thighs squeezing my jaw. I feel drunk on her juices as she finally shrieks and floods my entire head and mouth with her orgasm. She tries to pull away, but my greedy hands keep her locked in place, forcing more pleasure out of her than she can probably withstand in this state. She cries out, again and again, whimpering as I hold her hostage, fucking her spasming pussy with my heated tongue. It’s already the best orgasm I’ve ever given another and it’s only the first between us.
“Havoc!” she yells, her fingers tapping my body. “Ok! Ok!!”
I let her go, knowing she’s about to fucking crash. Sure enough, the minute I lift off of her, she begins to softly snore, the whiskey and head putting her down hard.
Red. Naked in my bed. Something I never thought I’d allow myself to experience happening. But here she is. And I don’t give a flying fuck like I thought I would. Wondering if she was dead this evening kind of put everything into perspective for me.
That’s when I think of Justin. Shit, I have to call her dad and tell him she won’t be coming home. But do I tell him she got injured? The dilemma has me frozen in place, watching her big tits rise and fall as I think of what the right thing would be to do. I also need to check on the bar. There’s still a half hour until last call. I run my hands down my face. My very wet face thatsmells like pristine pussy. Every single bull is going to smell it on me when I go downstairs. I almost come just thinking about the jealous fuckers watching me with wide eyes, in disbelief.
An evil grin forms on my face. I stride out of my room, proudly ready to sport my cum-covered snout to the minotaurs that have been pissing me off all night.
Chapter Twelve: Havoc
I thank Duke for helping out and hand him a hundred-dollar bill before he leaves for the evening. “You really saved my ass tonight,” I say gratefully. Duke waves me off, smiling as he eyes me up and down.
