Page 39 of Monster: King of Nevada

“Fuck, doll, I don’t deserve you, but I’m for damn sure going to keep on loving you until you don’t care.” Claiming her lips, I make sweet love to her mouth until she wiggles under me again.

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ELLA

“Fuuckkkk, doll, do that again.”

I’m on my knees, trapped against the shower wall, with a hand gripping my hair so tightly it pulls, and Theias’ heavy, swollen cock bangs at the back of my throat while I massage his balls.

Every time he’s close to the edge, I stop and dig my sharp nails into his ass until he hisses and yanks my hair. Exhaustion has been my new friend lately, and I pass out at the drop of a hat, which is what happened after he woke me up earlier and fucked me until I saw stars.

He let me sleep a bit before bringing me to the shower and leisurely washing my hair and body, giving me a delightful massage along the way that made me come for him four times. The man knows my body better than I could ever hope to.

When I dropped to my knees, his cock jumped and instantly started leaking. I spent as much time as possible licking every inch of him until he’d had enough and needed more.

Now, I poke my finger through the tight ring of his back door again, and he groans and pumps forward, dick sliding deeper into my throat as I lightly move my finger in and out.

Meeting his hooded eyes, I don’t think the man exists anymore; he’s become a beast, and I know what he’ll do once he’s sick of my teasing.

Shoving another finger inside, I begin gently massaging the spot I researched.

“Ella,” he grunts, lifting my head higher and forcing more of his dick down my throat. I swallow and take him farther. His orgasm rides right on the edge, and all I have to do is tip him over.

Adding a third finger, I get rougher, the way he likes. Gliding my teeth along his hardness and squeezing his balls while my fingers stroke harder against his prostate.

“Fuck, suck and swallow, doll; I’m coming.” The words are barely out before he explodes down my throat and bellows in the enclosed space–warm water pounds at his back. The pleasure is so intense he lifts on his toes, attempting to get away from my probing fingers and lapping tongue. “No more. Fucking stop, woman.” I don’t listen any more than he does to me.

After a couple of minutes, I’m rewarded with a few more squirts of his seed in my mouth before he literally drags me off, pulls me to my feet, and slams me against the wall, lips assailing mine before I can say a word.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?”

Washing my hands, I press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, being as sweet as possible.

He loses control.

Gripping my throat, he moves us to the bench in the stall, turns me around, and forces me to my knees. “I asked you a fucking question, doll.”

Smack.

The sound is cacophonous in the small space. I moan and push my ass back at him.

Smack.

I cry out this time, the sting a little sharper than the first.

Smack, smack, smack.

I rub my bottom to soothe the tingling, glancing back to see worship in his eyes as he pelts my skin with another round of spankings.

“Christ, this ass, all red, sporting my handprint. Sexiest fucking thing.”

He leans down, and just when I think he’s about to kiss the sore spots, he bites the flesh of my cheeks until I cry out and try to pull away.

Holding me steady with hands on my hips, he does it over and over again.

“Daddy, please, it hurts.”

At that, he releases a menacing chuckle, knowing I’ll wind up loving what he does to me.

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