Page 23 of Monster's Heart

I looked down, fixated by the way we fit together. He was not inside me yet, but I felt his nakedness, and that thick, long, heavy piece of him between my thighs.

“Fuck, Luna, need to see,” he grunted, palming my breasts, and licking them both before kneeling between my splayed legs.

I felt so vulnerable. Bared beneath his cerulean stare, my fleshy bits completely exposed, but he must have liked it because I saw nothing but heat in his gaze as he traced my body with his gaze.

Sten growled, pressing my knees further apart till it was almost painful, then he moved his attentions, using his long hands to spread my nether lips.

I yelled, and squirmed, I couldn’t help it. No man had ever touched me there before, and he wasn’t just touching me. He was staring at me.

Staring. At. Me.

There.

Like my pussy was something beautiful.

Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, he leaned forward, like he was hypnotized by my sex, and I whimpered. I had read plenty about sex, even touched myself a few times. But that was nothing compared to this.

“So wet for me, Luna. I can see your honey glistening on your pretty pink lips. I can’t wait, I have to taste you,” he growled, and yes, I wanted him to.

I tried to move my hips, but he held me down firmly in place, grinning wickedly as his enormously lengthy tongue snaked out of his mouth. He licked me from my forbidden hole to my clit with one languorously long swipe, sending jolts of pleasure skyrocketing through me.

“So sweet, Luna,” he growled. “Hot and wet and sweet. Mine,” he said, licking me a few more times before rising back to his knees.

I watched as he palmed his enormous cock. It was so big and thick with veins and ridges. As he worked himself, I noticed a ring around the base; it thickened and grew, fleshy spikes forming along it like some sort of crown, with two very long spikes just below his pubis.

“Wanted to go slow, but I don’t think I can,” he growled, notching his head right at my sopping wet entrance.

“This is it, Luna. No going back. Now, you are mine,” he snarled, and in one hard thrust filled me to the brim.

I was so wet and slick, so primed for him, I didn’t expect the pain. But I was wrong.

I screamed, loud, and Sten froze above me, his breathing ragged.

“Fuck! How the fuck? You should have told me,” he grunted, pulling out and sliding his hand between us.

When he pulled it back up, I saw red and something else glistening on his fingers. The shock on his face was clear, but it was the unmistakable heat that really got me. I mean, fuck, maybe I should have told him, but my body was mine, and no one had the right to decide what to do with it besides me.

“I’m your first,” he said again, disbelief turning into something darker. Something that sounded very much like possession.

His eyes widened, then he took his fingers, still coated in our combined essence and my virgin blood, and he dipped them into his mouth, groaning at what he found there. That was completely unexpected, but even stranger, I felt more wetness pool between my legs as I watched him lick his fingers clean.

“Yes, you’re my first, Sten. Please, don’t stop,” I begged, needing him to finish what we started together.

“Stop? I couldn’t stop now if I tried, Luna. Mine,” he growled, then he started moving.

His dick pulsed and heated, stretching my walls. I didn’t know anything about sex, but I was pretty sure normal dicks didn’t do what he was doing. I felt those fleshy spikes around the base of his cock moving. Like fingers, they grew, strumming my folds until it felt like two of them found my clit.

“Oh, my fucking gods,” I moaned as Sten moved deeper.

His big dick was stroking me just right, filling me so damn much I could taste it in the back of my throat.

Lavender and spice, and him.

All him.

Only him.

Those clever appendages rubbed and twirled, massaging my needy little button, and tipping me closer to the edge.

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