Page 37 of Monsters in Love: Lost in the Underworld

“Keep that up and I’m gonna come,” I pant.

He glances up at me and breaks off his attentions for just a second. “Oh, Penny. You aren’t just going to come. You’re going to erupt. You’re going to squirt for me.”

I blink at him. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t even know how.”

He raises a wicked brow. “Lie back and let me take care of it. All you have to do is enjoy.”

Yes, sir. Message received.

I lie back on the bar and focus on keeping my thighs wide. He goes back to his ministrations, crooking a finger deep inside me and sucking on my clit. All the while, he keeps that steady pressure on my low belly, as if he’s stimulating my G-spot from both sides.

A tsunami begins to form inside me, something wild and strange and uncontrollable. Sensations I’ve never experienced are rolling through me, small waves of concentric pleasure that I can tell are leading up to something huge.

My hips jerk against him as he hits a particularly sweet spot, and a strangled noise erupts from my throat.

“Ty,” I gasp. “Something is happening. I don’t know if I can…”

He pulls back and blows hot air against my fevered skin. “Relax, Penny. Let it take you under.”

He drops his lips back into place, sucks hard, and I shatter. Pleasure, hot and sharp, pierces through me. My clit throbs, my hips go wild, my thighs tremble, and still the orgasm hammers through me, as if it’s intent on drowning me. I feel a hot spurt of release shoot out of me, creamy and dripping, and it’s not until Ty takes pity on me and stops touching me that the force of my climax begins to relent.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I pant.

He looks up at me, head still between my legs, and shoots me a feral grin. His chin glistens with my juices, which I apparently shot all over his face. Damn. Every other orgasm I’ve ever had was merely a warmup for what he just did to me.

Once I catch my breath, I prop myself up on one elbow and eye his two cocks, which are hard as iron and glistening at the tips.

“Why two?” I ask, pointing at them. “Is there a difference?”

“They function the same, if that’s what you mean. But having two allows me to switch back and forth. To come twice as many times. To keep you coming twice as many times. When one isspent, I just switch to the other. And my rebound time is far faster than that of any human,” he brags.

“Well, I’m more than eager to test them out, but I have to warn you: there’s no way I can come again. You’ve used me up.”

He laughs, a sinful sound I feel all the way in my bones. “Oh, Penny. Believe me when I tell you you’ll come for me again when I fuck you. At least twice.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Challenge accepted.” I yank off my dress and bra, ready to really do the damn thing.

Like the rest of him, his cocks are bigger in this form. Luckily for me, I’m literally dripping wet, so accommodating all that girth isn’t as big a challenge as it might be. Still, as he enters me slowly, I feel the burn of being stretched.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod. “I’m good. More than good. You feel amazing.” I still have my doubts about any more orgasms, but I can still enjoy the sensation of fullness and the fun of being fucked by a man—monster?—who has mastered it like a sport.

Because of his height, he’s standing at kind of an awkward angle with his legs shot wide, but I can’t get up any higher than the bar. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead focused on the slow rhythm of sliding his upper cock in and out of me, while the lower one glides between my ass cheeks.

“Mmmm,” I sigh at the sweet pleasure of it. I was right—I won’t come from this, but it still feels lovely. He picks up his pace and force a little, banging me into the bar and making my boobs bounce.

“Your tits look so pretty jiggling for me,” he growls.

I laugh and let my head fall back, enjoying the feel of him inside me. But suddenly, he stops. I pick my head up. “Something wrong?”

“Yes,” me mutters. He pulls out and walks behind the bar, rifling around. Eventually he comes back with several towels, which he rolls into a sort of makeshift bolster.

“Lift your hips,” he orders. I do, and he slides the towels under me, angling me upward. Without missing a beat, he shoves back inside of me, making us both hiss. “Much better,” he says.

I gasp in agreement. I hadn’t thought much about the angle, but this new position iswaybetter. Every time he drives deep, his pubic bone grinds into my clit and his crown rubs my spot deep inside. He strokes against me again and again, palming one breast in his hand and pinching at the nipple.

“You’re so wet and warm for me, little human,” he says.

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