Page 67 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
That’s a pretty powerful thought.
Something overtakes me then.
I pull out, sliding two fingers inside her and curving until I feel her spongey inner wall. Then I work her pussy in fierce short thrusts until her belly convulses and she clutches my arm.
“Oh, fuck. Jack, fuck. I’m coming.”
“I know, gorgeous. Keep going.” I keep working her until her pussy clenches me so tight I’m almost forced from her channeland a squirt of liquid bursts from her, coating my arm, shifting me instantly.
Still, I keep going until she’s finally stopped coming on my hand.
With satisfaction, I withdraw slowly, rubbing little circles on her lower belly until she stops gasping and shuddering. “Want me to breed you?”
She nods.
“Then it’s going to be like this. And it’s going to be with every hole filled, isn’t it?”
“Oh fuck.” Her low curse gives away just how much my words excite her.
The next moment I rub the tip of one tentacle through the wetness of her pussy and press it at her asshole, watching her for a sign to proceed.
“Here?” I ask her.
She nods. “Yes.”
I press a little harder and groan as I slip inside that tight little hole. Then I bring my cock back to her pussy and slip in, noting the new fullness, the press of my tentacle against my cock through the walls of her pussy.
Finally I start to move, sliding another tentacle up to tease at her lips until she opens for me. “Just like this, my perfect mate. Filled up completely.”
She opens her mouth for me to slip my tentacle inside. Then she moans as I increase the speed. I’m so close, but I want her to come one more time, so I slide a tentacle between us and apply a gentle suction to her clit.
Her pussy and ass contract around me.
I drop my forehead to hers. Then I let go and come just as she does, letting the rhythmic milking of her cunt and ass tip me over the edge, drain me dry, and fill her up with me.
THIRTY THREE
1YearLater
Tegan
“Babe, do you know what day it is today?” I call to Jack as soon as I open my eyes.
“Wednesday?” he calls back from the kitchen.
I can’t tell if he’s deliberately being obtuse or if he really doesn’t know that I’m one year sober today. “Yeah, that and—”
Jack pokes his head around the doorframe. “Sorry, gorgeous. I’m running late. I’ll be back soon, OK?”
“OK?”
He’s gone before I can even ask what he’s up to. Whatever it is, he’s acting very suspicious, which is so unlike him it leaves me all off center. I was kinda expecting the big romantic proposal this morning. The one I told him to put off until today.
It’s my morning in reception, so I roll out of bed and brush my teeth and hair and throw on some light makeup. Just concealer and mascara really. Some tinted moisturizer and bronzer and I’m good to go. I slip on a long dress and my Ugg boots underneath because why the fuck not?
Normally Jack drops in after running errands with a coffee for me and sometimes breakfast. This morning I’m all alone until ten when reception closes. I do a quick check-in with the cleaning staff, and then I text him.
Tegan: Hey babe, busy morning?
