Page 94 of A Monster Is Coming

“I know. Some of the kids, when they arrived, looked like they had been saved, but me and the others knew the truth, and the nightmare had only just begun.”

“How can someone do that?”

“Because there are a lot of sick fucks in this world, babe.”

I stopped and smiled. “Babe?” He’d never called me that, and I wasn’t going to lie, I did kind of like it.

He cupped my cheek and tilted my head toward him. “You’re my babe.”

His thumb danced across my bottom lip and I felt that spiraling need for him again. I’d given up on hating this man. From what he’d told me, he had already experienced a lot of hate in his life, and I wasn’t going to add to it. Reaching up, I pulled him down, and then his lips were on mine, and everything felt all right in the world, it felt safe.

Slowly, I turned around and then moved to straddle his lap. His cock was already rock-hard, and I sunk my fingers into his hair, as I deepened the kiss. This time, I slid my tongue into his mouth and met mine with his, and he tasted like coffee and whiskey.

He gripped the back of my neck, which I loved, but then he slowly began to slide down. The tips of his fingers created a dance of sensation down the length of my back, until he got to my ass, which he gripped hard.

My mouth opened and I tilted my head back, unable to think of anything, but to feel the pleasure of what he was doing to me. It felt so good and I didn’t want him to stop.

I needed him inside me, so I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his long length, and then settled between his thighs. I whimpered as I put the tip of his cock at my core, and I was the one that guided him inside my body, taking him hard and deep.

Peter broke the kiss first, and growled, “Fuck!”

I didn’t have the words to join him, but he pulsed inside me. The pleasure already heightened and now even more so. Returning my grip to his shoulders, I opened my eyes and stared into his sharp blue ones. These were the eyes of the man I loved. There was no one else I wanted in the world.

He stopped gripping my ass, and instead returned to my hips. He helped me set up a pace, and I rode his long, thick, hard cock, feeling him thicken and grow with every passing second. I didn’t want to stop fucking him.

But all too soon, Peter stopped and held me in place. “I want you to come all over my cock. Touch yourself, Niamh.”

He’d asked me to do this before, and as I kept looking into his eyes, I reached between us. When he first asked me to do this, back in Pickle Quest, I’d been so embarrassed to touch myself, but he’d helped me break down so many walls that now I didn’t mind. In fact, I stroked my clit and watched him as I did so.

With him inside me, I felt almost too full. I loved it when he did this.

“That’s it, baby, touch that sweet clit, make yourself come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I tried to contain my screams.

He let me go long enough to cup my cheek, and for his thumb to pull my lip out from between my teeth.

“You make those sounds, I want to hear them. Now, let me hear them.”

I cried out, his name spilling from my lips less than a second later.

He took possession of my mouth, and then his hands were on my hips as my orgasm rushed through me, and he began to fuck me, using me for his own pleasure, and I loved it. I didn’t want it to stop.

In that moment, I knew we weren’t using protection, and I hoped he got me pregnant.

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Peter

Today was my birthday, and the day had started out as any other day. Waking up, making love to my wife, which wasn’t like any other birthday. This was the first birthday I’d gotten that privilege to do so. Then, it had been a shower, again, one taken with Niamh, which had felt like a birthday gift. After that, coffee, breakfast, and out for the day, where I had to take care of a meddling cop, deal with a few payment inconsistencies, do some actual work of checking over the books. All the while aware of Ivan, The Butcher, and The Beast in my territory with Finn Jr., because they still hadn’t handled him.

All I’d wanted was to come home. Niamh had texted me, asking me how long I was going to be. I loved her impatience, and as I arrived at my building, my patience was tested at a whole new level as I saw her guards waiting outside the penthouse. This pissed me off. I felt my hand twitch for my gun.

As I stepped up to the first man, about to wipe that fucking smile off his face, the door to the penthouse opened and Niamh stuck her head out.

“You’re home, that’s great. Please don’t be upset with any of them, I was the one who told them to wait outside until you arrived home.”

Now, I was frowning. I wasn’t used to this conspiring, not unless someone was about to kill me.

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