Page 22 of Brutal Monster
The vibration of my words sends a shiver down her spine, pushing her over the edge. She cries out, her voice a symphony of ecstasy, as she grinds against my mouth, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. I don’t stop, my determination unwavering, as I savor every moment. I want more, yearn for every part of her, to feel the full measure of her passion enveloping us both.
My fingers, slick and eager, glide inside her silken heat, curving with delicate precision to find that secret, sacred spot. Her body responds instantly, back arching like a bowstring drawn taut, as her inner walls grip my fingers in a velvety embrace. My tongue continues its dance, building her pleasure one languid stroke at a time, driving her inexorably toward another summit of ecstasy. Her breath hitches, muscles tensing, as she climbs higher, ever higher, on the waves of sensation my touch evokes.
"I can't," she pants, her breath ragged and uneven. "It's too much."
"You can," I insist, my voice firm and encouraging as I increase the pressure, my movements relentless and rhythmic, hard and fast. "Give me another."
Her resistance crumbles and she surrenders, rocking against me with wild abandon, chasing the waves of pleasure I'm determined to bestow upon her. When the second orgasm crashes over her, it's a tidal wave, even more powerful than the first. She calls my name, a blend of prayer and curse, her voice trembling. Her entire body quakes, a symphony of sensation.
Yet, I don't relent. I'm greedy for Inez's pleasure, addicted to the symphony of sounds she emits, the way her body undulates in response. I want to see how much she can endure, how completely I can unravel her, piece by piece.
The third orgasm builds slowly, like a deep, resonant wave rising from the depths of the ocean. Her movements shift from fluid to a frantic, primal dance, driven by desperation and need. When it finally crashes over her like a tidal wave, she collapses forward, her trembling hands clutching the headboard for support. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks, not born of pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of sensations I've coaxed from her body.
Only then do I gently release her, guiding her to slide down beside me. She lies there, utterly boneless and spent, her energy drained yet fulfilled. I gather her tenderly against my chest, my fingers weaving through her hair as she struggles to reclaim her breath, each inhale and exhale a testament to the storm we've weathered together.
"That was..." she begins, but the words elude her, lost in the wake of her experience.
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of her exertion. "Just the beginning," I whisper, a promise of more to come.
Her eyes find mine, wide with realization. "The beginning?"
"I told you," I murmur, shifting her beneath me once more, settling snugly between her soft, welcoming thighs. The moonlight dances across her skin, illuminating her flushed cheeks and the anticipation in her eyes. "I intend to have all of you."
Her hand reaches up, fingers trembling slightly as they trace the contours of my lips, leaving a tingling trail. "Then take me," she whispers, her voice a blend of invitation and longing.
Carefully, I position myself at her entrance, my gaze locked onto her face, watching the myriad of emotions play out as I thrust inside her, watching her eyes widen at the sensation. Her heat envelops me, slick and tight, a perfect fit that makes me grit my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. I start with slow, deep strokes, savoring each inch of her.
"Fuck, Inez," I growl, my control slipping. "You feel incredible."
Her nails rake down my back, urging me on. I comply, picking up the pace, driving into her with purpose now. The bed creaks beneath us, a rhythmic counterpoint to her breathless moans. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Harder," she demands, her voice rough with need.
I grip her hips, angling them upward, and slam into her. The sound she makes—half gasp, half scream—sends fire racing through my veins. I watch her face as I pound into her, memorizing every expression of pleasure that crosses her features.
"Turn over," I command, withdrawing suddenly.
She complies without hesitation, rolling onto her stomach. I pull her hips up, positioning her on her knees before me. The sight of her like this—ass raised, back arched, looking over her shoulder with those hungry green eyes—nearly undoes me.
I enter her again in one smooth thrust, earning a sharp cry that echoes off the walls. My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I set a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, primal and urgent.
"Touch yourself," I order, watching as one of her hands slides beneath her body.
Her walls clench around me as she finds her clit, and I have to pause to regain control. When I start moving again, it's with renewed intensity, each thrust deeper than the last.
"Get on top," I tell her, suddenly needing to see her face again.
I flip onto my back, and she straddles me with fluid grace. Her hands press against my chest as she sinks down onto my cock, taking me to the hilt. The sight of her above me, hair wild, skin flushed with pleasure, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She begins to ride me, setting her own pace. I let her take control for a moment, enjoying the view as she chases her pleasure. My hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples.
When she starts to lose rhythm, I know she's close. My hand cracks against her ass, the sharp sound punctuating hersurprised gasp. I do it again, harder this time, watching her eyes darken with lust.
"You like that?" I ask, though her reaction makes the answer obvious.
"Yes," she hisses, grinding down harder.
I grip her hips, taking back control, thrusting up into her as my hand connects with her ass again. The red mark my palm leaves is oddly satisfying—a temporary brand.
