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Her hands go to the waistband on my jeans. She pushes them down, leaving me tucked away in my boxers. The black spandex does nothing to hide the pressing erection.
“You seem excited, Mr. Monster.” She looks up at me with a smile on her lips and humor in her voice.
“Yes, I am on the edge of my seat to see what that perfect mouth of yours does.”
Her eyes widen slightly at my honesty. But she recovers quickly, moving my boxers out of the way, letting my hard length spring free.
The head of my cock is lined up right with her mouth. Licking my lips, I try to prepare my mind for what’s to come. Gritting my teeth, I try to silence myself as she takes my thickness between her lips, sucking me into her throat.
“Fuck.” So much for being coy.
She starts slowly, moving down my hard length and backing off before she takes me in even farther. It’s divine, every little piece of this. The image of her before me, the things she’s doing with her mouth, the soft choking sounds. It’s like my perfect wet dream.
She swirls the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me. A strand of her twisted hair falls into her face, and she tries to move it out of the way. It doesn’t work, so I gather it all into my hands, holding it out of the way as she works me over.
I’m right on the edge of losing it as she places her hands on my thighs. She takes me even deeper, humming as she goes. That’s all I need, as my whole body stiffens and the feeling of my orgasm takes over. My stomach goes tight, and I release it all straight down her throat.
“Oh, fuck yes, Alexis,” I groan into the night air.
I feel her swallow quickly around me. The feeling eases, and I gently pull out of her mouth, using my shirt to wipe her chin. Lifting her to her feet, I move one hand to her back before pressing my mouth firmly to hers.
“You, my pet, are perfect.”
I fix my clothes just as the music changes, and out walks Satan himself.
Alexis
Ican feel Lucas’s whole mood shift.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“The devil.” He says this so simply that I’m not sure I heard him right.
I look at him to confirm, only to find his eyes locked down below. Checking to see what he’s staring at, I see it is, in fact, the devil. Walking toward a large black throne lit up by spotlights. He thanks everyone for being there, thanks the city for being so amazing, and lets everyone know that the fireworks are set to start shortly. The spotlights shut off, leaving the throne bathed in red light, and the haunt continues like normal.
I can feel the tension still rolling off my monster, and I’m getting concerned.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Of course.” He looks at me. “I’m with you.”
“Hey, you didn’t let me blow off my shit in the maze. Cough it up. Who is that?” I gesture toward the throne.
“That would be my dad.”
Oh shit.
“I see.” I have no clue what I should say here. It’s obvious from what that guy said about his father that there is hostility there, but who am I to try to comment on it?
I grab his hand. We are supposed to be having fun. Even if I’m not comfortable telling him everything will be okay, I can at least make him feel like it for a little while longer. Before the clock strikes twelve, and instead of my carriage turning into a pumpkin, all of this will just disappear.
“Don’t forget your promise, Mr. Monster. I get a rough fuck under the fireworks.” I give him a sweet smile, trying to pull him out of whatever funk he’s getting lost in.
“I wouldn’t dare forget.”
Suddenly I’m on the edge of the roof, my head hanging back off it. I should be terrified, freaking out. This is wild, crazy. But I’m not. I’m not worried at all.
In fact, I’m enjoying the view of the stars millions of miles above us. Enjoying the sight of my monster’s white eyes hovering over me. The feel of him kneeling between my legs.
