Page 27 of House of Horrors

“You’re such a good boy.”

She’s said those words before, but this is the first time they spark a real urge in me to please Daisy. I’ve never been a good person, yet with Daisy, I find myself wanting to become my best, wicked self. I’ll be good, then maybe bad…and she might have to punish me. The thought seems thrilling because I know my blonde nymph would be creative in her discipline. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I daydream about what she might be into. Would she tie me up and fuck me? Cage my cock and make me cry from the torture? Maybe I should be naughty. I find myself eager to ask Daisy about the secret fantasies that linger in her mind.

My gaze rises. Heaven is between her thighs, pink and perfect, with the cutest patch of blonde hair. Daisy slowly lowers her cunt down onto my face. I wrap my arms around her thighs, locking her in place. I want to suffocate in her glorious, swollen pussy.

“Fuck,” she groans loudly the instant my split tongue touches her core.

Daisy rocks against my mouth and I moan, captivated by my stepsister’s forbidden taste. It’s a mix of sweet and salty, with hints of her perfume. She should be off limits, but I’ve never been the type to follow the rules. I flatten the two halves of my tongue, savoring every drop as I move from the bottom of her pussy, swiping up to the top.

“Oh, fuck. It’s even better than I imagined.” Daisy gasps and I work faster, hell-bent on making her feel good.

My cock rubs against the harsh denim of my jeans, a sharp pressure that flares into a satisfying ache, and my thoughts thicken with lust. The table rocks faster with Daisy’s thrusts and my fingers dig into her pillowy thighs while I fuck her pussy with my tongue. The depraved wet sounds of my stepsister fucking herself on my face fill the room, spurring me to devour her cunt with eager need.

“You’re eating my pussy like a good little slut.” My eyes flutter shut at her words, desire twisted so tightly that I’m on the verge of agony. She doesn’t stop grinding, giving me no reprieve. “Are you going to come for me? Make a mess of yourself, pretty boy?”

I squeeze my eyes tighter. Fuck, I don’t want to come in my pants. I need to put an end to this before I do.

I move my tongue separately to pinch her clit. She lets out a breathless squeal and her thighs clench tighter around my head. Her body shudders with pleasure.

I do it again, and Daisy cries out even louder.

“Jason!”

With her whole body coiled tightly around me, her breathing fast and panting, I know she’s close. But so am I.

Daisy grips my hair tightly, the pain distracting me from coming in my jeans while she continues to grind against my face, using me for her pleasure. Her moans are loud and fervent. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, and she shrieks as her ambrosial flavor drenches my mouth. I take her orgasm like a starving man, my tongue sliding up and down, guiding her through her waves of pleasure.

Her thighs loosen from around my ears and she lifts herself off me, lying down next to me instead. I groan, missing the weight of her pussy crushing my face.

Caught between Daisy’s arousal and the blight inside me, a fracture forms deep in my soul. My stomach snarls with hunger, desperate to consume everything in reach. I twist closer, my teeth finding her neck and sinking deep. Daisy moans, her body shivering beneath my rough grip. Her perfume, sweat, and the syrupiness of the blight cling to my tongue. Still, it is not enough. My craving only grows.

“Everything about you tortures me,” I growl, my lips still wrapped around her neck, wanting so badly to have a part of Daisy within me. “I want to eat you.”

She doesn’t seem disturbed by my statement, only thoughtful. I can’t believe I ever thought Daisy wouldn’t be right for me or that we didn’t belong together. I’m really starting to think that, beneath the angelic guise, she’s twisted, just like me.

Daisy sits up.

“What are you doing?” I watch Daisy smear the remnants of the blight onto her body—along her collarbone and between her thighs. She leans back softly, carefully placing pieces of monster meat on her skin. Each piece glows like a precious gemstone.

“Eat me,” she all but purrs. “Consume every part of me. I’m yours.”

My mouth parts in shock. She’s perfect. Utterly unholy. I crawl atop Daisy, my hands on either side of her body. She lies beneath me. A queen I’ll ravage and claim as mine.

I lean down, my lips wrapping around the base of her neck, and suck. I slowly feast upon her flesh, taking each offering. I move down her chest, between her breasts, letting my teeth graze her skin as I take the last of the blight into my mouth. My lips brush against her while I chew, imagining what it would be like to devour her. A broken moan slips out, barely able to stand the pressure building beneath the denim of my jeans.

“You taste so good.” My fingers unfasten my belt and undo my pants before wriggling them down slightly. My cock springs up, no longer confined, and I exhale with relief.

Daisy’s fingers twist through my long hair and she forces my head down, urging me to take more. I lick and suckle, my tongue sliding over her body. I’ll consume every part of her.

I need more.

“You drive me to insanity.” I meet her lust-filled gaze to find she’s looking at me as if I’ve given her the world. Like I could be her world. “Fuck, Daisy. I won’t be careful with you. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

“Have me any way you want. I can take it. I was made for you.”

I slide off the table and shimmy my pants down before taking a seat in an empty chair. My hand grips the base of my cock hard while my heart thumps loudly.

Daisy’s eyes are wide as she comes closer, staring at my cock like I’ve grown a second one. Her finger taps around my tip, touching the head of each piercing. Two barbells cross with four beads visible on the outside.