Page 92 of A Monster Is Coming

“Were you?” I asked. “Would it hurt if I were to let you go?”

This was not what I wanted to talk about. This wasn’t supposed to be about the future. I’d made the choice to stay. I loved Peter enough for both of us.

Peter put down his knife and fork, and he pushed out his chair. I felt my heart breaking just a little, but then he stopped and cupped my cheek. He tilted my head back and stared into my eyes.

“You’re not leaving,” he said.

It didn’t quite answer my question and I was about to tell him that, when his lips crashed against mine and silenced all manner of protest.

He felt so good, and this was what I loved. His kisses, his touches, his attention. I felt greedy because I wanted it all, without compromise. Did that make me selfish? Probably.

I didn’t know how we managed it, but we left the table and kissed our way into the bedroom. He reached down, grabbed my knee, and lifted it over his hip. Peter broke the kiss, and he pushed the dress I was wearing up toward my hips.

“Tell me, does this still hurt?” He pointed toward my ink and I shook my head.

“No.”

“Good.” He slid his hand up and then grabbed my ass. “Fuck, I have missed this.” He broke the kiss and began to nuzzle my neck, sucking at the pulse. His tongue danced across the column of my neck, and I closed my eyes.

His hands felt everywhere, but in a good way. I didn’t want him to stop. He felt so good.

Peter removed the dress from my body, and then tore at my panties and bra. Before too long, I was naked, and he was still fully dressed. I couldn’t stop him, though, as he pushed me to the bed, and within seconds his mouth was between my thighs. His tongue stroked my clit, and then sunk down, pushed inside me, and made me ache for him.

He drew back and flicked my clit, gliding back and forth, before sucking my nub between his teeth.

It had been too long since I had last felt him, and I couldn’t hold back. I screamed his name as he teased my clit, back and forth, around in a circle. Each stroke designed to send me higher and higher, until he pushed me right across the peak, hurtling me toward that very edge.

I came hard, screaming his name, not wanting it to end.

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Peter

I loved the taste of Niamh’s cunt. So ripe and juicy, and I also loved the fact that she belonged to me. She was all mine.

No other man had touched her. I was the only one she had desired.

I didn’t want her to fucking leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of it. She belonged to me.

Fucking Ivan and his meddling ways. In that moment, I hated him, but I pushed all those thoughts to the side because those thoughts didn’t have a place when I was making love and fucking my wife. Niamh was mine. All mine. I wasn’t going to let her go easily.

She would not be able to leave if she was carrying my child.

I’d already removed my shirt, and my pants were easy, as well as the boxer briefs I wore. All of them were gone from my body within a matter of seconds, and on the floor. I wanted to lick her cunt and hear my name spill from those precious lips, but I didn’t have the patience to wait. I needed to be inside her, and the sooner the better. She was driving me crazy with need, and I just couldn’t stop it. I had to have her.

Moving her up the bed, I marveled at her full, ripe tits. In the past few weeks, she’d gained back some of the weight she had lost, and she looked amazing. I didn’t want her starving herself.

I settled between her spread thighs, gripped my cock, and ran the tip through her wet slit. She cried out as I nudged her sensitive clit. I stroked over it a few times, and then dipped down, seeking out her entrance and finding her so wet, she turned me on even more.

Slowly, inch by inch, I began to sink inside her, and as I did, I took my sweet time. I wanted this moment to last, but I also loved the feel of her cunt as it swallowed my cock. Sucking me inside her as if she couldn’t help but feed on me. When she’d taken all but a few inches, I let go of my dick, took hold of her hands, and pressed them either side of her head, keeping them locked into place.

On that last inch, I slammed balls-deep inside her, loving the sound of her subtle moan. Drawing all the way out of her, I thrust back inside, not allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of my dick, but making her take it all.

My name was like a mantra on her lips. She couldn’t seem to help herself.

Niamh thrust up to meet me, and I stared into her eyes as I slowed down, making love to her. It was then I realized there was no other place I wanted to be. Yes, this had started as a job. I followed Ivan’s orders because I was loyal to him. He’d saved me, and I knew he’d also saved Niamh. I had a feeling all the men that were loyal to him had been saved by him, or by his actions.

Despite all of that, I wasn’t doing this because of Ivan’s orders. I was here because I wanted to be here. I was balls-deep inside my wife because I wanted to be. This was not a duty, it was not a loyalty, this was me.

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