Page 29 of Monster's Obsession

I moaned, so lost to the arousal consuming me that I tugged on his shirt, which he peeled off and tossed aside. He pressed me against him once more, his huge monstrous body solid, powerful, and scorching hot to the touch. My panties were drenched in moments, sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through me.

“I don’t know how much more I can wait,” I murmured, my voice raspy, my body on the verge of bursting.

“You’re beautiful when you beg for sex.” He swept his tongue across my mouth possessively. “You have no idea what you do to me, Pet. I think about fucking you dozens of times a day, and the time I get with you is never enough.”

Our mouths clashed once more.

I moaned, pouring all my tension into my kiss where Creed tasted sweet and dark. He had me pressed up against the side of the sofa, grinding his groin into me, his erection impossibly hard.

His mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping my skin, leaving a blaze of kisses trailing to my collarbone. “You’re everything to me. I’ll never let you leave my side.”

He curled his fingers into the low neck of my dress and roughly tugged on it, the top buttons ripping and freeing my breasts. They bounced out, to which Creed growled with delight, his eyes practically fucking my tits. His long, forked tongue lapped at my hard nipples aggressively and roughly, as he pushed my breasts together for him to tease them both simultaneously.

While sucking on them, he grabbed my ass and kneaded it, grinding me against his cock.

I felt a sharp piercing sting over one nipple, and I yelped, staring down at the two lines of blood rolling down my breast where he’d bitten me. With an excited groan, he licked my blood.

My breaths grew to short pants, my hands combing through his wild dark hair, my fingers curling around his two long, black horns. They were cold to the touch, and so smooth, they felt incredible when the rest of me burned up.

He tore his lips from my breasts, lust burning behind his eyes.

A sound somewhere downstairs caught my attention, and I glanced at the open birdcage door. “What if someone comes up and sees us?” I gasped.

“Does it make a difference when they’re already feeding on our lust, and soon they’ll hear you scream? We aren’t shy in Wyld; we don’t hide the pleasure of sexuality.”

Nothing in this world was rational, I should have known that, but I hadn’t lived in this realm long enough to become accustomed to such differences just yet.

When he pinched my nipple, I cried out, slick dripping past my panties. His touches short-circuited my brain, leaving me unable to think beyond needing his huge cock inside of me. Nudging his leg between mine, I took the chance for some relief because I was beyond frantic with need, practically humping his thigh to intensify the friction on my aching clit. I was going crazy.

On the inside, I was aflame, and I gripped onto his powerful shoulders to bring him down to me.

I’d completely lost control, stroking myself back and forth over his thigh. “It’s not enough,” I whined.

“I promise it will be very soon.” His words danced in my mind while he bunched up my skirt, pushing it to my waist. His fingers hooked across my hip, then ripped my panties off without pause. He balled them in his hand and pushed them into the pocket of his pants. Then he removed his thigh from between my legs and replaced it with his hand.

Thick fingers slipped over my slick folds, dragging across them. My hips rocked over his sinful touch, needing him to hit the right spot, but he was teasing me still, I knew that. He was dragging out the feeding, but there was only so much a girl could take.

“Please, Creed. Because if you won’t play nice and give me what I want, then I’ll have to make you wait too.” I started to shift my hips to show him I meant it.

A hardness gripped his face, and he pushed one of his fingers into me, drawing me closer to him.

I mewled, my back arching, my nipples hardening. “That’s it.”

“Whose pussy am I fingering?” he growled, his tongue licking my lips.

"Mine,” I answered with a moan.

But when he pressed two fingers inside me, then pushed and pulled out, his thumb on my clit, he held me in a place of complete control over me. We both knew it. Arousal was roaring within me, and I craved more.

“Tell me again, Pet, whose pussy is this?” Unrelentingly, he fingered me, slick slipping down the insides of my thighs with the things he did to me.

Pressure gathered as he stroked faster in and out of me.

Moaning, I held onto him to keep me upright, the shocks of pleasure intensifying to the point where I could barely stand on my own. Then he pulled out completely.

A small growl rubbed on my throat, a fiery hunger coming over me, overriding all my sanity.

“Let me hear it,” he insisted.

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