The Layover: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (Patreon)

Lisbeth Salander looked good, her lithe, slender body encased in the latest goth fashion. Ebony hair hacked down to a trailing Mohawk over a stubbly buzz cut, which only emphasized the lopsided yet appealing symmetry of her features. Pale face, black lipstick, black eyeshadow, everything dark except the chrome on her piercings. She wore a mesh top over her naked breasts, stockings and disembodied sleeves of striped black and white on her limbs, and a black leather skirt hiding her legs from her crotch to the beginnings of the stockings. A cigarette flared in her mouth, its light showing her artificially harsh face, the eyes that were surprisingly soft, fitting into a more pleasant façade, one without all the warpaint.

“I want to fuck,” she said, her blunt voice cutting each word like slabs of meat. “Can I have your cock or not?”

David examined her for a moment, taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to be so… brusque. But then, all he’d written was that her habit of self-transformation had grown to include breast implants. Her tits were now supremely large, full and milky white, with crossed black tape hiding the nipples, contours pushing out into the tight mesh covering to distend it into flowing all around them. Her cleavage dragged the top out so much that it cleared her belly, the slice of flesh there a wan color, not the pallor of her almost greasepainted face. 

Lisbeth soon grew tired of waiting for an answer. She started walking, so briskly that her leather skirt flipped away from her churning thighs, revealing snatches of her bare ass. “Fuck me or don’t,” she said with a disgruntled snort. “I can do it myself.”

David hurried after her, but by the time he caught up, she was already in the bedroom, lying down on the bed. Seeing him, she pulled her skirt up to let him see her bare cunt. The hair there was as glossy black as anywhere else on her body. “It goes in here,” she said curtly. “In case you were wondering.”

David ripped his shirt off. Lisbeth rubbed her pussy under her hand. “Do you want to fuck me or don’t you?” she taunted. “I could have gotten myself off by now.”

He wrenched his belt away from his pants and undid his fly, but didn’t bother with anything else, just pulled his cock out and laid down on top of Lisbeth. She finally let out a pleased sigh, feeling his passion sparking a corresponding need in her. 

She embraced him, running her hands over his smooth back, resting her hands in the dimple above his ass, pulling at it to get him inside her. Spreading her legs wide, she thrust her hips up, running her entrance along the underside of his member. David nearly went cross-eyed, feeling the first hints of her warmth. Despite her cool appearance, he could tell she was burning up inside.

“Fuck me hard or soft, your choice,” she said, no longer barking, but her lowered voice no less harsh than before. “Just make me come before you go off. Then you can pump it out wherever you like. I don’t mind a big load on my face, only don’t try and hold back. If you’re going to come on my face, fucking do it, don’t just squirt a little.”

“You’re very specific,” David said.

“What about me suggests being vague?” Lisbeth asked, rolling her shoulders to indicate how she looked like some kind of vampire dominatrix.

David slid to his knees on the foot of the bed. “Just this,” he said, reaching under her mesh top to find the tape covering her breasts. As expected, it came off easily, with no pain registering on Lisbeth’s face. Without them, Lisbeth’s nipples were a surprisingly pale pink, almost candyish, suiting the kewpie appearance her face seemed meant to have without all the adornment and attitude.

With the tape out of the way, he took one hand out from under Lisbeth’s top and left the other beneath it, fondling her breasts with both hands but with very, very different touches. His eyes followed his hands, observing how Lisbeth’s pale skin flushed as he fondled her, the delicious curve of her jutting cleavage without the tape to throw it off, and the hinting shadow under each large mound that blended uncannily with the mesh’s darkness. 

Slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips against the hardened nipples, feeling them pulse, bloom to a rough sensitivity that must’ve been torturous against the skintight mesh. He could hear Lisbeth croon with the growing intensity of the sensation. Almost lazily his mouth opened, and he licked an agonizingly hard nipple through the mesh. 

Lisbeth watched him mouthing her breast, grating his tongue against the rough material of the mesh, hurting himself as much as he was pleasing her. And so, more than the pain-pleasure he was giving her, she felt the joy of knowing just how determined he was to make her feel good. His hands were tight on her shoulders. She caressed his arms, squeezing the firm biceps, almost able to feel the blood rushing in his veins, bringing the tingling enjoyment of touching her out of his hands and throughout the rest of his aroused body.

“Hurry!” Lisbeth almost whimpered, running her hands up his shoulders and cupping his face in her hands. She liked how it fit there. She could imagine holding him this way as he… kissed her. “I want to get off. I want to have sex with a man.”

David could barely hear her blunt, heartfelt pleas, his mind completely engaged by her shapely body. He slid his hands down her firm belly, mesmerized by the difference between the feel of her bare skin and the feel of the mesh, until he’d reached her naked waist. He dug his fingertips into the supple flesh of her hips. Her body seemed to be warm with sex, burning up wherever he touched her. David ducked his head between her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs, savoring the creamy softness of the flesh there and basking in the heat from her cunt.

“There is nowhere I don’t want to kiss you,” he muttered, lifting her leg up as he kissed his way down it, bringing her foot high into the air as he pressed his lips to her ankles and then her toes.

Lisbeth closed her legs with a stony-faced playfulness, her other foot nearly hitting him as it scissored against the one he was kissing. David pried them apart again and lunged between her spread legs to cover her body and kiss her lips beside the smoldering cigarette. His mouth locked with hers and her tongue retaliated, plunging into her mouth, letting him suck it and taste some of the sweetness inside her. 

“Kiss me while you fuck me,” she said, though there was a wry grin under her words, one that split into sharp teeth when she felt his cockhead nudge into the damp hair of her groin.

Lisbeth sighed in relief, feeling the tip of his manhood ease inside her: at first the wet feeling of his leaking precum, then the gradual thickening of his glans, until she felt his collar parting her labia and realized that his engorgement had stretched her as far as it would, opening her narrow slit just short of painfully. And then the fat shaft entered her, stretching her in a whole new way. 

Lisbeth laid back against the bed and spread her legs far before wrapping them around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his hips. A spasm of ecstasy burned through her cunt as her actions helped drive his beautiful cock inside her. She bit her lip to keep from orgasming, worried that she would be overwhelmed if the release came so soon, before she had grown used to being that deliciously wrapped around his prick.

“I want all of you,” she gasped, trembling with the pain of having such a huge impalement inside her. His swollen balls were slowly being dragged up her thighs as he filled her until finally they rested against her ass, the root of his cock shuddering between her cunt lips. “Oh fuck… that’s too much… too much…”

David pulled out a ways, but only to drop his hands to her hips, slide them down to her ass, and pull her up to him. He drilled his toes into the mattress to push himself down to her. Lisbeth moaned as he was buried in her. Head lowered to her chest, he kissed her breasts through the mesh, sucking furiously at the soft, delicious hills. Both their breaths were coming faster now, as if competing.

“You’re too much,” he groaned, going into her faster, faster, knowing he would soon be unable to stop himself from thrusting into her as hard as he could, only able to control how slowly he ramped up the fuck. Her inner muscles were so tight, so hot, that he couldn’t imagine controlling himself long after he reached full speed. “I’ve got to… fuck you!”

“Yes!” Lisbeth crooned, her voice soft, even delicate. “Do it! Fuck me! Make me come, you… man! You fucking, fucking…”

Her cigarette dropped onto the pillow as she exploded around David’s cock.