Page 90 of Monster's Mystery

He released my neck, and blood went rushing back into my head. He pulled out, spraying the last bit of cum onto my chest.

I took deep breaths, the air feeling raw against my ruined throat.

“Are you okay? Need me to heal you at all?” Aiden asked, bending over me with concern in his eyes.

“Maybe a bit in my throat,” I rasped. I caught his hand. “Not too much though. I like feeling used by you.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

The burning in my throat eased, but I could still feel where he had been. “Thank you,” I said, my voice no longer sounding thoroughly abused.

“I made a mess of you,” Aiden mused, circling around me until he straddled my body. He pushed his cock down until it was nestled between my breasts. “Rub it in,” he ordered.

I flushed, but massaged his cum into my skin and over his cock.

“Good girl,” he said with a smile. “Squeeze your tits together. I’m going to fuck them until I’m hard enough to fuck you again.”

“You could shift?” I suggested eagerly.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teased.

“Always,” I vowed.

Aiden sobered. “I believe you.” In the next breath, he was wreathed in flames, and I wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “Spread your legs. I still want you to play with your tits, sweetheart. Squeeze them for me while I plunder your depths.” His deeper, gravelly voice washed over me, sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Oh!” I gasped when he grabbed my hips and entered me in a swift movement. My legs fell to the sides and I slid down in the chair, my shoulders supporting my weight.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Aiden said between grunts. “Siobhan, I’m not going to last long.”

“Me neither,” I groaned, pinching my nipples. “Aiden, Aiden, come on, fuck me hard! Break me!”

“Siobhan!”

He said my name like a curse. His thrusts redoubled in force, sending shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. I came with a cry.

He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed deep within me.

Our chests heaved as we fought for breath, coming down slowly from an intense high. I whimpered when he pulled out.

Carefully, Aiden helped me to sit upright. “Are you okay?”

“I need cuddles,” I said softly.

“Then you shall have them, my love.”

EPILOGUE

The crisp Januaryair froze the breath in my lungs as we cut across the choppy waves of the Irish Sea on the way back to Blackthorn Academy. But I didn’t want to duck into the covered portion of the ferry.

Aiden hugged me close from behind, his fire warming me. “You are an odd duck,” he said.

I chuckled and cuddled closer. “You’re only now figuring that out?”

“You come by it honestly. Your grandfather is exactly the same.”

I smiled proudly. I loved being told I was like him. “He’s the best.”

“He is.”

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