Page 91 of Monstrous Urges

“Fuck yourself,” he growls. “Let me hear how messy your greedy cunt gets while you’re swallowing my cock.”

I moan around him as he starts to thrust harder, my fingers sliding easily in and out of my wetness.

“Take them out.”

I don’t even think about what he’s saying or ordering anymore. It’s like I’m in a trance—like he’s cast this spell over me that takes away reason and self-control.

I whimper in protest as my fingers slide out from between my legs.

“Now bring your hand up. Show me,” he murmurs.

I raise my hand and show him the glistening slickness on my fingers, my eyes watching his as I moan around his cock.

Slowly, Drazen slides himself from between my lips.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your fingers, my little slut,” he murmurs. “Clean them off.” His eyes glint hungrily. “On my cock.”

I shiver as our eyes lock. My hand drops to his cock, and he grunts as I drag my fingers up and down his shaft, wiping my own arousal off on him as my face throbs with heat.

“Now clean up the mess you’ve made of my cock,” Drazen says slowly, his voice rumbling and deep as his eyes stab into mine. “With your tongue.”

And I do. Shamefully. Eagerly. With him, I submit, willingly surrendering all the control I usually have on my life and the world around me. My tongue extends from my mouth as I lean forward and drag it up and down his cock. I taste myself as I lick his dick clean, feeling him throb under my tongue as his hand tightens in my hair.

“Good girl.”

I whimper when he suddenly shoves his cock back into my throat, his muscles clenching.

“Play with your messy little cunt, baby girl,” he snarls. “Two fingers while I fuck this pretty mouth.”

My eyes roll back. Heat, shame, excitement, and fiery lust explode through my system as I eagerly thrust my fingers into myself. The lewd wet sounds of his cock ramming over my tongue and my own fingers fucking my pussy fill the veranda. Drazen’s thrusts get harder and faster, and the heat building inside of me throbs hotter and fiercer, until suddenly, I can’t stop it.

My face caves with shame and desire as I explode, my walls clamping down around my fingers as I grind my palm into my clit. I spasm in the chair, writhing and twisting and whimpering as he fucks my mouth with a snarl on his lips.

With a low grunt, his cock swells even harder and thicker between my lips. I whimper when I feel the first thick sticky splash of his cum filling my mouth and roping across my tongue. He pumps and explodes again down my throat before he pulls out and groans as he strokes his glistening cock. His hot cum splatters across my tongue and my lips, dripping down my chin and onto my cleavage before he pushes his cock back between my sticky lips again. Another rope of cum lands across my tongue as he grits his teeth, our eyes locked.

Slowly, Drazen pulls his still-hard cock from my mouth. I’m shaking from a mix of confusion, shame, and the aftershocks of my orgasm as his hand gently cups my jaw again. His thumb drags over my chin, pushing his cum over my skin until the thumb slips between my lips.

He doesn’t have to ask. Instantly, my tongue swirls over it, tasting his cum.

He does it again with another streak, then another, pushing all the cum he’s just sprayed over my lips and chin into my mouth as I lick his thumb clean like a complete whore.

Fuck me, I’m loving every single filthy second of it.

When he’s done, Drazen’s eyes are still locked on mine as he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips up.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, bringing a pleased flush to my cheeks. He leans down, his mouth teasing up my neck until his lips brush my ear. “Wear what I fucking tell you to wear, when I tell you to wear it,” he growls quietly. “Or next time, it’ll be your tight little asshole that I empty my cum into.”

20

DRAZEN

Twenty-three years ago:

“Wait here, boy,” my father grunts, patting my shoulder. “I won’t be long. Mr. Brancovich and I need to talk business.”

Past him, I see the enemy smiling at me.

Like a fucking jackal.

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