Page 53 of Their Pretty Little Monster

Fear, mingled with a desperation to climax again, twists into a confusing mess inside me. The more he strokes me, plunging that massive cock into me, the closer I reach the edge.

I can’t hold back, and I’m shuddering, my breaths coming out in ragged pants as my body shakes.

Snarling, he slams into me so hard my whole body jolts, the bed jostling beneath us. Suddenly, he pauses inside of me, roaring. His cock pulses inside of me, the warmth of his cum pouring out.

We’re both on a high, my throat raw, and that pressure of him filling me to the brim, the orgasm tearing through me as the room begins to tilt.

I’m struggling to breathe with the intensity of my climax, coming harder than before, so much longer, too.

“Take it all,” he snarls. “Milk my cock.”

When he finally releases me, drawing his cock out, he swings me around onto my back so fast the room spins with me.

Thick, blue jets of cum spurt out of his big cock, more of it pumping across my chest, my body, more splashing over my face. He growls, stroking his dick. I smell the muskiness of his cum, taste its saltiness that finds my lips, and lick it out of curiosity, still floating on a high.

I’m burning up as I float down, collapsing on the bed, exhausted.

Leaning back on his heels, there’s a mess of cum between us, mostly on me, and he’s staring down between my legs, smiling. He reaches down, running his fingers along my inner thighs and seeming to push his cum back inside me.

Watching him, I say nothing, still shocked by the whole ordeal, still buzzing from the elation. The grin on his lips widens.

“Absolutely beautiful to see your cunt covered and dripping with my cum. And I’m happy I was your first.”

I attempt to speak, but I’m completely exhausted, and as though he picks up on it, he’s getting off the bed.

At that moment, I take true stock of his monster cock, and I almost choke at the sight, knowing why I already feel the soreness between my thighs. Thicker and longer than his human cock, it’s pale blue and ribbed all the way down the shaft. How did he even force that into me?

“Let me clean you up.” His hands gently remove the restraint from my wrists, and there are pins and needles in them as soon as he frees me. He leans down, kissing the skin that’s raw. “I will kiss them until they heal.” Then he scoops me into his arms and walks us into the shower. He holds me under the water’s spray, never taking his eyes off me.

“The years I’ve waited to fuck someone were worth every second,” he purrs. “I want to fuck you, again and again, all night.”

“Aren’t you exhausted?” I’m convinced I’ll pass out.

“Not tonight. It’s your first time, so we’ll rest now.” He sets me down on wobbly feet, and I hold on to him as my shaking legs refuse to hold me. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.

I’m staring at him, my thoughts racing with what just happened, asking, “So, you came inside me. You want me pregnant?”

He’s grinning like that would be the most amazing news in the world to him. “My dream is to have a large family, so yes, but don’t worry for now. Pregnancy for Shadowfen is a long process of teaching your body to accept us before you will release your eggs.”

I’m slightly hyperventilating. “I-I’m not ready for a family.”

He runs his large palm down my body, cleaning me of his cum, even between my thighs. “There’s nothing to worry about. Some females are known to take years of breeding before they are with child.”

“I’m really not a fan of that word.”

He laughs at me.

Perhaps it’s exhaustion or pure adrenaline, but when he leans down to leave a gentle kiss on my brow, then my lips, I grip him tighter, unsure at what stage I found myself staring at Killian as if I can’t bear to be away from him.

Yet my chest squeezes impossibly hard each time I meet his gaze.

Chapter

Sixteen

SAGE

Ilie in the darkness of my room, Killian pressed tight against my back, his breath warm on my neck. His fingers gently stroke my wrist, where it’s still slightly sore from being tied up.

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