Page 63 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Her heels dig into my back as she loses herself to the sensations that are rolling over her body, her moans getting louder as I shove my tongue inside of her channel. God, I need all of her delicious cream.

“I take it back,” she moans. “Please don’t stop. Right there is perfect.”

Grunting like a very smug cave monster, I continue to eat her out. My tongue hits places inside of her she’s probably never had touched before, and if she has I’ll pretend she hasn’t. My lips make slurping sounds as I suck on her clit, her cries getting even louder as I push her harder.

I can feel her legs tightening around my neck, and if she could break it with their strength, I would happily die drowning in her sweet slick. The muscles in her body are twitching, as she gets closer to exploding all over my face.

Even my tongue can feel the way the walls of her cunt are trembling.

Come on, give it all to me, gorgeous.

Her head is thrown back with abandon as she rides my face, her cheeks rosy with pleasure.

Groaning at how tight my pants are, I work harder to make her come. She’s so fucking close.

“Alecto,” she whimpers. “I need more, please.”

“What do you need?” I ask breathlessly, lifting my head to reveal how messy my face is.

“I need your cock inside of me,” she says, making me smirk.

“So confident,” I praise her, carefully moving her legs from my shoulders as I stand. “You want me to fill your tight, wet cunt?”

Her pupils are blown wide as she tugs me into a kiss, moaning when she tastes herself on my lips and tongue. Holding her with my hand on her ass and arm around her, I pop open the button on my jeans.

“Last chance,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m not strong enough to resist you, Baby Girl. I need the words if you don’t want me.”

The zipper sounds loud as I pull it down, and Lorelei shakes her head, her hair flying from side to side.

“I want you,” she says. “Please, Alecto.”

Not one to make my girl beg, I pull my dick out, pumping it several times as she wraps her legs around my back the best she can. I have a piercing in the crown of my cock, and ball bearings all the way down the length of it. I wanted the pain when I did it, a reason to take a break from my whoreish and senseless ways twelve years ago.

Now, all I can think about is what they’ll feel like for Lorelei. I know what others have said, but they don’t exist for me. Only she does. Dragging the crown of my dick through her arousal, I whisper promises to her as she whines that she doesn’t want to wait.

“Get my cock nice and wet, baby,” I croon, kissing her. “You’re going to take every inch of me so well, I just know it. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “Please, let me show you that I can do it.”

Fuck me. I’m going to come like a pubescent monster if I’m not careful. Moving the tip of my dick from torturing her as it was rocking over her clit, I slowly push inside of her tight cunt.

Lorelei’s head drops back onto the bark of the tree, and I force myself to listen to my surroundings so I won’t immediately blow inside of her. The hiss of an animal makes me turn my head, only to see a gator has made its way over to us.

The cute little swamp puppy needs an education. Granted he’s eight feet long and about a thousand pounds, but I’m just as much of a predator. My tail whips out and slaps the motherfucker across the snout, causing it to huff as it struggles to back up.

Half paying attention to the interloper, I open the top of Lorelei’s dress so it drops from her breasts so I can enjoy the way they’re about to bounce for me. Sucking on her nipples as I thrust my hips to drive myself deeper is making it really difficult to focus on anything else.

I deserve a medal or something for this.

It takes one more lash of my tail and a push of my boot along its side before the gator scurries off. Sighing in relief, I lift her away from the tree so I won’t hurt her before I begin bouncing her on my cock as I hold her against my chest. The feeling of her nipples as they drag along my skin makes me groan as her pussy also clenches around my dick.

“I’m close,” she whines.

“Good. What kind of mate would I be if you didn’t come at least twice,” I tease her.

“God, what’s… why does that feel so good?” she asks, her fingers clenching and twisting in the fabric of my shirt as if she was writhing on bedsheets.

It makes me think about the day that I’ll be able to fuck and break my headboard with her, but I’m enjoying this too. Firsts are meant to be treasured, which is exactly what I plan to do.

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