Page 79 of Charming Her Monsters

Her full breasts are pleasing to my eyes. I can see her nipples are hard. From Maxum’s jokes, I know that is often a sign someone is sexually excited or they could be cold. Given the context, I suspect she is becoming excited.

When she drops her pants, she takes her underwear with them. Then she reaches back and unties her bra. The fabric falls to the floor, and I gaze upon her naked flesh.

“You are beautiful. Like a masterpiece painting by the artists of old. Full hips and breasts. Soft and inviting.”

Her hand covers her waist. “I’m soft alright.”

“And absolutely perfect because of it.” I step closer, wishing to touch her—needing to touch her. “May I?” I reach out.

She takes my hand and places it over her left breast. I feel the wild thumping of her heart. “I need your hands on me, please.”

I restrain myself from grabbing everywhere and feeling her all at once. I have seen mating dances before between people. There is a time and place for being frantic. Besides, I’m huge and overly strong, and this is my first time exploring a woman. I also want it to last for more than a few moments.

I allow my hand to slide down and cup her breast. She takes my other hand and places it over the exposed one. I feel the lovely weight of them in my hands and bounce them slightly. Then I run my thumb over her tight, pert nipples and she sucks in a breath.

“I like my nipples pinched or sucked as I’m about to climax,” she tutors me.

I’m pleased she feels comfortable telling me this, and I log the information with top priority in my brain.

I walk around, admiring her backside. My hand grazes the full ass I had been naughtily cupping earlier. It’s just as plump and perfect as I was hoping.

“May I see… between your legs?” I ask, my voice low.

Jade shivers and nods.

I lift her and place her on her back onto the bed. “I know females often like to be licked, and I want to taste you.” My huge hands spread her thighs wide.

Her skin is darker there, has folds, and it’s glistening.

“My pussy is wet to prepare it for your cock. You can touch me there.”

I use one finger to slide over her silky slit, and I instantly want my cock inside it. “It’s so soft!”

“Move your finger up to the top. You will feel a bud of flesh.” She bucks when I find it. For a moment, I worry I have pushed too hard. “That’s it. I like that. That’s my clit, and it likes to be touched, or licked and sucked.”

I run my finger down and find her entrance. She tilts her hip and the tip of my finger slides into her. Slowly, I sink my thick digit all the way in and my woman groans, wiggling her hips.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I pull out and slide in again, feeling inside her.

“You can add another finger to make me ready for you,” she instructs.

“You want my cock this time?”

“If you’d like to give it to me.”

I add the second finger, and she winces, whimpers, and then finally moans.

Instead of towering over her, I kneel and drag my cheek down her inner thigh. Removing my fingers, I find I cannot wait any longer before I taste my mate. Because that’s who she is.

She is mine now. I will not let her go.

My long tongue snakes out and slithers up her center.

“Oh, Flint,” my goddess whispers my name, and I’m an addict.

I need more. “Yes, say my name.”

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