Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
My head was cocked back so I could stare into his eyes, which were still glowing red from the tiny lights inside the mask. But it was the way he pressed his immense body against mine and felt the massive erection digging into my body that made the danger of this situation truly come into focus.
“Bet your little cunt is soaked for me. All primed and juicy because I look like this. Isn’t that right?”
I looked at his mouth, the corner of his lips kicking up in a smug smile. But I couldn’t answer. The words were lodged in my throat. He laughed deep, almost sinister.
“I can smell you, little girl. I know your panties are drenched clean through, and your little pussy is clenching for my cock.”
I gasped, my lips parting at his crude words. I shouldn’t feel aroused by his almost degrading endearment. But he took my silence as an invitation and brushed his mouth against mine, soft for only a second before he added pressure until the kiss was rough and unyielding.
I tried to turn my head on instinct—not because I didn't want the kiss but because I didn't know how to handle this moment.
He was so big and consuming, and his Krampus costume turned me on like nothing else before. Unable to stop myself, I reached up and grasped his curling horns, and pulled his lips close to mine, slowly licking them before crashing my lips to his in a hot, wet kiss.
He groaned and swiped his tongue along mine. He tasted like mead and something spicy, the flavor instantly intoxicating.
I parted my lips even more without hesitation, needing more from him. The sheer forbidden nature of it all… it consumed me. All logic and what reality was left, the wind carried it away.
The world itself faded as I got lost in all of this.
My fingers trembled as I slid my hands down his horns and brushed the edges of his mask. The vision—the idea of this man touching me while dressed like a literal monster—turned me on so much.
I wasn’t going to try to remove his mask, but he clearly thought I was because his hands caught mine, his grip firm and slightly painful. And that discomfort made me desperate for cock. More specifically… his.
“Not yet, little girl,” he murmured against my lips. He kissed me hard and possessively, stealing the breath from my lungs until I just gave in.
I wanted him to drag me deeper into his hell. “Take me,” I whispered, all the hot wine I drank tonight finally loosening my tongue and giving me the courage to speak the thoughts running through my mind. “Take me right here. Right now. And make it hurt so good.”
He growled in response. I didn’t know if he’d actually fuck me in this narrow, freezing alley, but I was game for how far he wanted this to go.
“Your need for my cock is fucking beautiful.” His voice was kind of distorted. No longer from his mask but from his own desire—for me.
I could imagine he was this primal demon, this mythical creature who was going to claim me as his sexual prey. In fact, it was arousing just to fantasize that I was about to get devoured by this supernatural being who looked like the devil.
“You’re trembling,” he growled. “Ich wott di zerstöre.” I want to destroy you.
My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and my pussy flooded, priming for his cock, which I could feel was massive like the rest of him.
“Take me out,” he ordered.
I knew what he wanted even with him only saying those three words. I stared into his eyes and reached down to push his robes away, found the button of his slacks, and work it undone so I could slip my hand in and pull his erection free.
God, he was hot and hard and so long as I held him in my palm.
“Are you afraid of me?” His words were too low for me to make out what his normal voice might sound like, but it didn’t matter. Everything about this monster turned me on.
“Yes,” I whispered. A half-truth because I was far more turned on than I was afraid.
His costume and sheer size gave him the allure of power and violence, and it was that danger that was an aphrodisiac. I felt like he was barely hanging on to his control. His enormous body was all but shaking with his restrained need. I wanted him to break through those chains and just give in to the animal he had inside—the one he portrayed on the outside.
He lifted that clawed hand and dragged a sharp tip along the side of my throat, his silent threat seeming very loud that he could open me up in that tiny alley. But when he gripped my neck with his hand and squeezed, sending a modicum pain through me, I clenched my teeth.