Page 30 of Monster's Obsession

“Yours. Fuck, Creed. My pussy is yours.”

He made a slow pass of his thumb over my mouth, then pushed his two fingers inside, the ones covered in my slick.

“That’s a good girl. Now turn around for me and let me make you scream.”

With his fingers licked clean, I twisted around to look away from him.

“Is this how you want me?” I wiggled my rear at him.

He slid his hands over the curves of my ass, his clawed fingers pressing against my skin. “My beautiful pet, you’re fucking perfect.”

He dragged his fingers over my drenched offering, sliding over my swollen lips and all the way up my ass, over my puckered hole.

“You’re ready for me.”

When he withdrew his hand, I glanced over my shoulder as he pulled his pants open and dropped them, revealing his huge red dick with two heads.

A jolt of desire licked over my pussy at the promise of pleasure he offered, and as much as I attempted to gather myself, I failed miserably. I lifted my ass higher, so eager for him, I was about to cry if he didn’t hurry the hell up.

“Your smell is my addiction,” he admitted as he rubbed his tips over my drenched pussy, pausing at the entrance. “Are you ready for me, Pet?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please don’t make me wait.”

He laughed, deep and throaty, then pushed both heads into me.

I dipped my head forward, gripping the couch as he worked into me slowly at first, making me feel every inch of him. I absolutely loved knowing he had me dripping for him, that he could turn me on enough to take his huge cock.

He was stretching me, and it felt so incredible I cried out for more, rocking my hips for friction.

“Fuck me, my monster. Fuck me hard,” I begged, my insides gripping his heads tightly.

He growled, his clawed hands grasping my hips, their sharpness biting into flesh. He pushed forward; the sloshing sound from how drenched I was had become music to my ears.

Sinking all the way in to the hilt, I cried out at how fucking huge he was, leaving me completely undone. He fucked me, nothing soft about the way he claimed me...

My king was rough, slamming into me to the point where I bumped into the couch, our force driving it slightly forward with each pounding.

Groaning, I rocked my hips to meet each of his slaps, both of us moving in a manic rhythm. It was an act of discipline in itself that I hadn’t exploded yet…I held back as much as I could to lengthen the sensation, so I could keep feeling like I floated on clouds while he completely ruined my pussy.

Our grunts escalated, the couch scraping the floorboards with each pump—something everyone in the castle could probably hear.

I glanced over my shoulder to where Creed in his monstrous form threw his head back, howling as he fucked me with his monster cock. He moved unbelievably fast, that friction I craved close to lighting me on fire.

“That’s it, Pet, take my cock like you were born to ride it.”

At this stage, my knees had given up, the couch taking all my weight. But Creed wasn’t having that when he slipped an arm under my stomach and lifted me higher, holding me against him as he kept on hammering into me.

I’d lost thought over everything. Unrelentingly, he kept on taking me again and again, my hands steady on the couch.

And before I knew it, my climax crashed over me, coming so hard, it destroyed me.

I shuddered in his arms, a scream scrapping my throat raw, my body completely giving up. Creed wrapped an arm across my chest and lifted me up so my back sat flush to his chest, his massive cock still buried deep inside me.

But he wasn’t finished, he kept on fucking me as I shook with my orgasm. He wasn’t far behind though, and snarling, he trembled as he shoved himself balls deep, and burst with his orgasm.

Spilling his seed into me, he kept on pulsing, filling me to the point that cum started to run down my inner legs.

I kept crying out from the magic that tingled over my body, my voice turning raspy, both of us riding the pleasure train to fucking Nirvana.

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