Page 41 of Giving It to the Monster

Placing a hand on her chest, he urged her down.

“Open your thighs, show me your pussy.”

“You keep ordering me to do that.”

“I like to see you spread out, open, and ready to take my cock.”

She opened her thighs, and he stared at her pussy. Her clit was swollen, and her cunt filled with the dildo. Moving between her thighs, he sucked her clit into his mouth, reaching beneath her to grab her ass.

“Oh, Saint, fuck, that feels so good.”

Using his tongue, he flicked her clit and sucked it into his mouth. He nibbled on her, and spread her lips open to gaze down at her. Removing the dildo, he stared at her wide open pussy, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of his cock.

Plunging his tongue into her cunt, he fucked her before pulling out and flicking her clit. Grabbing the dildo, he started to fuck her as he teased her clit.

“I’m going to come, Saint.”

“Come for me. Come all over my face.”

She did, screaming his name as he teased her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Only when he was happy with her shattering orgasm did he pull the dildo out of her a final time, and replace it with his cock. He slammed every single one of his ten inches inside her. She screamed his name, and he stared into her eyes, her tight cunt pulsing around him through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“You’re not wearing a condom.”

“I’ll pull out.”

“That’s not effective birth control.”

She didn’t try to fight him, nor did she push him away.

Natasha reached up and ran her fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He locked the fingers together, claimed her lips, and eased out of her pussy until only the tip was there before pushing deep inside her. They moaned together as he fucked her slowly at first, the plug in her ass making it tighter inside her pussy. He released her hands, and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t want to let her go. She was his lifeline, his reason for breathing.

Saint hadn’t known how hard it was to live life until she turned back up. The hard fucking he was going to give her changed, and he started to make love to her, staring into her eyes as he thrust his cock within her.

In that moment nothing mattered to him. He didn’t care about the club, or about anything else. His only focus was on the woman that consumed his thoughts on a daily basis.

“Saint, do you feel it?” she asked.

“Always, I’ve always felt this way with you.”

Taking possession of her lips, Saint made love to her, caressing her body, and learning what made his woman tick. She loved it when he kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples, and rode her pussy.

He cupped her hips and thrust inside her, all the time kissing her lips. There was no need for words or explanations as they joined once again. The past, the present, their future, it meant nothing.

They had each other, and when Saint’s orgasm came, he did as he promised, pulling out of her, and spilling it on her stomach. When it was over, he didn’t pull away. He settled back between her thighs, with his cock resting between the lips of her pussy.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” she said.

“Me neither.”

She licked her lips, and he saw tears fill her eyes. “I never stopped loving you. Can you believe that?”

He nodded, stroking her cheek. “I never stopped loving you either. I tried. I’m not going to pretend that I waited for you. We both know I didn’t. I’ve never given myself the chance to fall for another woman. Chance, as if I ever had a choice when it came to you.”

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