Page 33 of A Monster Is Coming

Running the tips of my fingers up her inner thigh, I moved closer toward her pussy. I felt how tense she was, but she’s not asking me to stop, which was a relief. If she needed me to stop, I would have done so.

I needed to put my sperm inside her. It was a driving force for me to take the lips of her sex and spread them open. This first time wasn’t going to be good for her.

To virgins, this was painful, so all I could do was hope for the best, which is what I did. I go toward her clit, focusing on her pleasured nub. Sliding my tongue back and forth across her clit, I circled the bud and created a small pace.

Niamh gasped and her wriggles increased beneath me. I put my hands on her inner thighs, because there were a few times she tried to close those thighs on my face.

“Please,” she said, whimpering.

I knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn’t play around. I focused on that little nub, sending her higher and higher, until there was nowhere else for her to go. I sent her over the edge, quite quickly, bringing her to an orgasm that had her screaming my name as it echoed around the room. It was a heady sound, my name, as my tongue rode that wave, sending her over the edge and keeping control of the subtle aftershocks as I did. I only brought her down when she could no longer stand any more of the pleasure I gave her.

I knew in that moment I would gladly lick her pussy all day long. But, I didn’t have all day. I didn’t even have all night.

Moving her up the bed, I followed her, crawling between her spread thighs. I’d already lost the towel, and now there was nothing between us. I was not going to wear a condom.

With both of my hands resting either side of her head, I stared into her brown eyes. I saw the headiness of her orgasm, but also her nerves.

“We don’t have to do this,” I said.

I was not a gentleman. I didn’t even consider myself a considerate man, and those words were like a nasty aftertaste on my tongue. They’re the last things I wanted to fucking say to her. I wanted this. I wanted to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock. In that moment, I wasn’t sure if this was because of Ivan’s orders, or the fact I really wanted to feel her.

She put a hand on my chest, and I expected her to push me away, but she surprised me. Niamh smiled up at me.

“I’m ready.”

I doubted it, but I also wasn’t going to argue with a woman who knew what she wanted. I’d been bitten by that before way too many times, and I wasn’t going to do it now.

Reaching between us, I slid the tip of my dick between her wet pussy, getting it nice and slick, and ready. With the help of my tongue and her orgasm, she was soaking wet.

I eased the tip down, feeling her entrance, and I stared into her brown eyes. They looked up at me with a mix of excitement and nerves. I knew in a second they were going to be filled with pain.

I didn’t want to hurt her, so I warned her.

“I don’t care,” she said. “I want this. I want you. Please.”

Fuck. It was that “please.” And now, I knew I couldn’t hold back.

Tensing up, I tore through the veil of her virginity, slid my dick balls-deep inside her, and finally sealed the deal that Ivan had sent me to do.

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Niamh

A Few Hours Later

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

We were laying in his bathtub. There were some soothing salts beneath the water, and Peter had not left my side. Well, not since he came back after taking care of the bottom sheet.

I had been a virgin. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was a woman. At twenty-five years old, I knew I’d been a woman for quite some time, only now, I was really a woman. I couldn’t help but frown. Did having sex make me a woman? I didn’t know. My head was in a confused place.

“I’m fine.”

I knew it was going to hurt, but I hadn’t figured out how much it was going to hurt. The pain had taken a few minutes to subside, and I was pretty sure Peter had even tried to not finish. He’d wanted to take care of me, and to call the whole thing off.

Not happening. I was doing this for me.

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