Page 46 of Monster Diner

He blinked at her, his brain slowly catching up with her words. After so long hoping and wanting, had he finally gotten exactly what he’d dreamed of?

“Does that mean…?”

“I’m here to stay.”

“And us?”

She slid off the table, legs parting so he got a glimpse of her red lacy underwear. She straddled him on the chair, skirt riding up to expose more of her creamy thighs. The chair groaned under their combined weight as he groaned when she pressed against his hard dick.

“Does this answer your question?” she said, leaning in close, filling his vision with her cleavage.

He kept his hands on the arms of the chair and didn’t touch her, even though he was dying to take hold of her.

“I have one more question,” he said, inhaling the scent of her floral perfume. “I want you to come to me because it’s your choice. Because it makes you happy, not me. Is this what you want?”

She leaned back and met his gaze, her expression laid bare. “I want you, Victor, and the diner, and this life. It all makes me happy. Not because it makes you happy, or because my dad wanted it for me. I can see it now. You’re what makes me whole.”

He grabbed both sides of her face, pulling her down to him. Lizzy opened up to him, her mouth warm and tasting of maple. He spread his hands across her hips, cupping her rear, and grinding her against his hard cock. This was what he wanted, what sewed together the broken pieces of his tender heart.

She giggled. “I’ve missed you and that dick too. But this time I want you to fuck me in a bed.”

“But Brayden…” Victor started to protest.

“Taken care of. He’s sleeping over at a friend’s tonight.”

“The diner…”

“Covered.”

He groaned against her mouth. He’d never been more turned on in his life. He was hungrier for her than ever before and wanted to lick every inch of her delicious body until she was screaming his name.

“Then, what are we waiting for?” He picked her up two-handed and carried her out the diner’s back door as she licked and nibbled on his neck.

He practically kicked down the front door in his eagerness to get into the house and carried her past a squawking Igor and into the bedroom, where he laid her down. She began to sit up and shed her clothes, but he grabbed her wrist, stalling her.

He wanted to commit this vision of her to memory forever. To carve it into the back of his eyelids so that it was what he’d see every night when he fell asleep.

“You look like a present I’m going to unwrap,” he said.

“I’m yours.” She smiled seductively.

It took all his self-control to not pull her panties aside and thrust into her. Instead, he savored the moment, peeling her layers off one by one. First with her apron, which he tossed to the floor. Before that red, skintight dress. He began at the shoulders, kissing her exposed skin, nipping his way down over the tops of her breasts, then kissing his way over her full belly, and grazing her thighs with his teeth as she squirmed beneath him, panting. Until she was in nothing but her matching red lacy panties and bra. She’d planned this all, the little minx.

He ran his hands over the mounds of her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the rough lace of her bra. She arched against his touch, and he loved the way she reacted to it. He’d never get tired of it. But he wanted to set the pace, so he laid a flat palm against her belly to still her. He slid the bra off, licking each nipple one at a time, teeth grazing them lightly as they stiffened.

“Please, Victor,” she said.

Victor smirked at her, delighting in dragging out the tension, luxuriating in every moment she was his. Because she would be his forever, of that he was certain. He hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and pulled them down as she arched her back, legs spread wide and waiting for him. Perfect.

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock against her clit, and he vibrated it gently. It was a test of his own self-control, drawing out her pleasure like this. He wanted sex as much as she did, and his tip was wet with pre-cum, which he used to glide against her clit. She bucked, and he grasped her legs, holding them in the air, as he coated his dick with the wetness of her pussy. He brought her right to the edge before pulling back. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance, and she looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust.

He loved the sounds she made and the way she writhed against him as pre-cum leaked out the tip of his head. He thrust into her, dragging each ridge of his dick against the walls of her tight heat. He moved slowly at first, building the pressure, watching as she came undone beneath him. What an honor, to wring pleasure from her. To know that it would be him who got to map every inch of her body, to worship her as she deserved. Maybe he wasn’t perfect and never could be. But this thing between them, this was perfection, he thought as he thrust into her once more, vibrating his dick, curving his tip just enough to hit both her clit and G-spot at the same time.

Her eyes were rolling back in her head as he increased the intensity, his hard dick thrusting into her. When he brought her to the edge again, this time he followed through, letting her orgasm hard on his cock, milking out his own orgasm.

When they were finished, he lay down on the bed beside her, their legs tangled together and her heartbeat slowing. He wound her hair around his finger, and she laid her hand across his chest, fingers tracing over the scars there.

“I could get used to being this thoroughly fucked.”