Page 31 of Monstrous Urges

My legs start to shake as his fingers ram into me over and over. Lewd, loud squelching sounds fill the room along with my choked whimpers and desperate moans. I flush, feeling him pin me harder to the glass, grinding his huge erection against my ass as my thighs grow slick with need.

I feel him reach between us and unzip his fly.

Oh God…

His forearm ripples against my back as he pulls himself free. My eyes bulge.

Holy. Fuck.

I feel the hot, thick, huge throb of his cock pressing against my ass. He’s so fucking warm, and I swear I can feel his pulse thudding as his rock-hard dick pulses against me.

He feels enormous.

“You know what comes next,” he growls, fingering me harder and faster, filling the room with filthy sounds that turn my face bright red.

“Your greedy little cunt is going to swallow every fucking inch of my cock. You’re going to be a good little slut and take it all. You’re going to feel this fucking cock in places no other man has ever dreamed of reaching. I’m going to tear into you and fuck you until your legs give out.”

His teeth drag up my neck and bite down hard on my earlobe.

“I’m going to ruin your pretty pussy.”

My eyes bulge when I feel his knee jam between my thighs, shoving them wider. I can feel him stroke his huge, fat cock against my ass, sending shivers of nervous fear and eager anticipation rippling up my spine.

“You made me wait, slut,” he growls. “And now my balls are so full of cum, I’ll be dripping out of your well-fucked hole until next week.”

For one brief second, reality pierces my brain.

“W-wait…” I whimper, shaking all over.

He just chuckles, shoving my legs a little wider apart as he rubs the slick, swollen head of his cock over my ass.

“I don’t think so.”

“I…” I suck in a breath of ragged air. “I’m n-not on birth control…” I whimper softly.

“You say that as if I give a fuck,” he snarls, not even stopping as he pushes the enormous crown of his cock between my thighs.

“W-w-wait! Please!”

My arms strain as I try and free them from the torn blouse still wrapped around my wrists. He chuckles darkly as I try and struggle and squirm. Even if I wasn’t tied, it would be futile.

He’s huge. And powerful. Rippling with muscles as he towers over me, pinning me to the glass.

There’s no escape from this.

There’s no escape from him.

I shiver as his fingers slide out of my pussy. His hand slides up to pinch and roll my nipples mercilessly, bringing a tortured cry of pleasure from my lips.

“Either I fuck this pussy right now,” he growls, “or I take your tight ass. I’m coming in one of your holes tonight, my little slut. Pick one.”

That’s when I know I’m a lost cause. Beyond redemption or the help of Dr. Jesnick.

Because when he says that, I don’t recoil, or get horrified or turned off.

I get wetter.

He rumbles a dark, malicious laugh, his muscled torso vibrating against my back.

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