Page 53 of Guarded By a Monster

“An EMT checked me over at the station. My neck is tender, and will be for a few days, but I’ll be fine.”

I gave her a tiny nod. “I need you. I need to feel you wrapped around me, my cock inside you thrumming with your heartbeat and squeezed by your orgasms.”

She sucked in a breath. “Yes, please.”

She pulled her shirt over her head and toed off her shoes while I pulled her jeans down her body. The scent of her arousal wrapped me in a delicious hold and I groaned as my dick pushed from my seam. Her small hand grabbed me and it jerked in her hold. I tugged her wrist away. “I will not last.”

“That’s okay.”

“I won’t be able to control myself. I will hurt you.”

“No, you won’t. Please, Thurl, I need to feel alive. I need you to fuck me.”

I twitched, the need to protect her warring with the need to claim her, to imprint my body, my scent, on her. She grabbed my cock again and yanked hard.

I lost control. I growled low as I spun us around and pinned her to the bed. She cried out when I pushed into her, but I was too far gone to stop. I was more animal than rational, and I rutted her like one. I pounded into her, my hand above her shoulder, holding her in place. Her moans and cries spurred me on.

I sank deep and her walls fluttered around me.

“Oh fuck, I’m close.”

I hammered into her, my release threatening, but I held it at bay. I snaked my tail between us and pressed against her clit. With a moaning cry I felt her pussy clamp and squeeze my cock and I exploded. I spilled into her until I felt it leaking out as I slowed my thrusts, easing us both down.

I collapsed to the side, rolling her until she lay limp across my chest. Our juices ran from our still-connected bodies, and I smiled. She chose me. This exquisite creature that I did not deserve chose me.

“Holy shit, Thurl.”

“Are you okay?”

She chuckled. “I won’t walk for a day or two, but it was worth it.”

She wiggled, and my cock responded. She sat up on my chest and stared at me with wide eyes.

“Are you serious? How do you have anything left in the tank after that?”

I squinted in confusion. “What tank?”

She collapsed back onto me. “What tank, he asks. Pete’s sake. The sex tank. The well of whatever that makes your dick hard.”

“You make my dick hard.”

She laughed. “Clearly.”

“Do you have nothing left in this tank?”

“Nope.” She snorted. “My tank is bone dry.”

I tilted my head. “How do I fill it?”

She laughed so hard she fell off my chest. Between snorts she managed to say, “I think you filled it all right.”

I was even more confused, but she couldn’t answer any further questions. She was laughing too hard.

thirty-one

Kendal was laughing sohard she nearly fell out of her chair. My sides were hurting, and every now and again, I had to bend backward to release the cramp in my stomach.

“He did not!”

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