Page 89 of Their Pretty Little Monster

“Tell me how much you want me inside you, stretching that pretty little cunt.”

I swallow, but instead of shying away, I whisper, “I’m dripping wet, hungry for you to fuck me.” My thoughts are clouded, funneled in one thing… Wolfe inside me.

His fingers are on my chin, raising my attention to him, and we’re kissing, his tongue pressing into my mouth, claiming me. Then, just as fast, he releases me and turns me on his lap, so I’m facing away from him. He draws me back against him, his fingers digging into my skin as he lowers me onto that huge cock.

I feel slightly dirty, being outside, exposed, though he doesn’t seem to care.

I straddle his lap, and he spreads his legs, in turn yanking mine wider. I’m drenched from the things he does to me. It never crossed my mind to be fucked on the chance that Nyko might see or hear us, but it undoes me. The heat between my legs is an inferno, pooling into liquid lava.

He growls as his strong hands lift my skirt, then he rubs me with his dick, guiding it into me, and plunges in with a merciful thrust. Clutching the chair’s handle, I cry out from the assault as he goes deeper, stretching. Barely able to breathe, I gasp for air, whimpering.

“You’re doing so well, Sage.”

I groan with him fully nestled inside me. “I can’t seem to ever say no to you.”

“Do you want to?” His lips are on my shoulder as he reaches across my front, tugging down on my dress, freeing my breasts. He grasps them as his hips grind into me. I moan, the exhilaration of being fucked in public, being exposed, more thrilling than I expected.

“I want you screaming.” Gripping my hips once more, he starts to thrust, lifting me up and down on his dick, and I’m rocking myself, moving with the motion of how quickly he’s fucking me.

Our breaths escalate, and he’s moving so quickly now, my body shaking, my breasts bouncing crazily as I hold on. The friction between us is a blaze, and I can barely see straight from how fast and hard he claims me.

He dives into me, over and over, the monster who had me brought here as a sacrifice. Who fell to his knees for me, who promised me the world, but am I ready to trust him?

He unleashes a feral snarl. Sharp teeth bite into my neck as he fucks me wildly. I scream, the pain and the carnal pleasure destroying me.

The buildup rushes through me, ripping me up. I’m thrashing, crying out from the orgasm that keeps coming and coming.

Floating… that’s how it feels.

The delicious ache inside me.

That’s when I know deep inside that not only am I his, but he belongs to me, too. The ache in my heart turns into an unbridled lust, his brutality, his obsession. A desperation to never leave him.

I know what’s happening to me…

I’m falling hard for him, the kind of falling where my heart will shatter into hundreds of pieces if he ever lets me go.

It terrifies me.

But I’m shaking, breathless, my body throbbing.

He’s relentless and only fucks me harder. Looping an arm across my stomach, he’s on his feet, taking me with him.

“Hold on to the railing,” he commands as he lowers me, and my feet find purchase on the balcony.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I warn him.

He laughs, squeezing my ass. “I wouldn’t dare.”

My fingers curl around the cold metal, and he presses against my back, pushing me forward, while he steps back, taking me with him, essentially forcing me to bend over.

There’s no pause, just him hammering into me, our bodies slamming together. I moan each time he thrusts, shuddering.

“Wolfe!” I cry out as sparks of lust soar through me again so quickly after the last climax.

That achy need in my body owns me, and despite my sore limbs, I grip the railing. I feel the power of his strength as he rams into me, those lustful sparks lighting up behind my eyelids.

It crashes through me so dramatically that my vision is blinking in and out. With it comes Wolfe’s thunderous growl as he slams into me, then comes to an abrupt stop, roaring his own orgasm.

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