Page 132 of Their Pretty Little Monster

Hands slipping to her soft inner thighs, I spread her wider and push myself closer. I can’t get close enough. I devour her like she’s never been eaten before and press my tongue into her entrance, deeper, thicker, giving her what she desires. To have her cunt stretched, to make her breathless, to scream my name. I tongue her back and forth, wriggling inside her tightness, aggressive and deep.

I crave more of her, wanting it all. My cock’s thick and heavy.

She trembles against me, and I tighten my hold, needing more. I suck on her clit and feel her hands on my head, fisting my head and pushing it against her.

I’m in fucking euphoria.

Suddenly, she’s screaming, so I deeply lick, greedy as fuck to take everything she offers me.

She arches her back, those thighs closing around me. I can’t let go, and I ride the wave with her, keeping me trapped here, taking starved strokes. Of damn course, I take my time, my tongue exploring every inch of her fluttering lips, knowing exactly how to drive her wild.

I hear her moan, the sound muffled but clear.

Then she collapses, her thighs releasing me. With a final lick of her quivering lips, I push to the surface, water sloshing everywhere.

“Feel like one more, princess?” I ask, leaning my body over hers, my cock resting heavily on her stomach, as I stare down at her. She’s leaning back, her eyes half-closed, a satisfied smile on her lips. “I’ve never sipped and devoured someone who’s so delectable that I’d give up my monster form if it meant I’d get it endlessly.”

Her eyes are wide. “I’d never ask you to do that, and you never need to.”

“But I’d do it for you.”

Killian mumbles something, but I’m not listening to him.

I capture her lips in a hypnotic kiss, arousal pulsing through me, loving the feel of her body beneath mine.

A clearing of a throat from the doorway has me breaking our kiss and glancing over to Wolfe, standing in the entrance. Worst fucking timing. It’s bad enough I have Killian stealing my time. Now, Wolfe’s here, leaning a shoulder into the frame, legs crossed at the ankles, already in his monster form and completely damn naked. He’s staring at Sage with fucking sex in his eyes, his cock hard.

I grunt, pulling back. “There’s really no more space in this tub.”

“Oh, yes, there is,” Sage purrs, stretching out her hand to Wolfe. “Join us. If we’re going to have a challenge for the best pussy licker, it’s only fair he joins in.”

“Pussy?” I groan, glancing back at her. “Like a human animal, a cat?”

Killian chuckles. “It’s an adorable nickname humans use, among many others. But this is most appropriate. She purrs like a cat when we stroke her pussy.”

I grin, loving the sound of the name.

“Then, the pussy challenge is on,” Wolfe howls, wasting no time as he strolls over and climbs in, the water sloshing around the edges. He’s palming himself, and I don’t need to fucking see that.

“It’s too fucking crowded,” I complain, shuffling to the other side, across from Killian and our girl in the middle with Wolfe, who’s already wearing his gills. Bastard. How long was he watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt?

I snort a laugh, thinking about it. I have no issue with sharing her, but getting alone time is becoming damn impossible.

“So, how long have you been lurking?” I ask Wolfe, who’s not even looking my way.

“Long enough to know you two need to up your game.” He’s cracking his knuckles, stretching his mouth in preparation.

I eye him intensely.

Sage giggles. “I’m not complaining one bit.”

Killian groans. “Yeah, yeah. We’re all one big happy family.”

Wolfe leans in, brushing a strand of wet hair from Sage’s face. “Happy indeed.”

I look at Killian, then back at Wolfe. “All right, enough chitchat. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Yes, let’s see,” she says, sitting up in the water, her smirk devious. “Are we doing this here, or am I getting out?”

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