Page 26 of Monster Mate

“You’re goddamned right it is.”

Riordan slid into her slowly, inch by glorious inch. So, so many inches. Her fears of not being able to accommodate his size were completely unfounded, probably because of the amount of prep work he’d done. It truly was as if they’d been made for each other.

When he finally bottomed out, she’d never felt so full in her life. “Oh, God, yes,” she panted into the mattress.

His muscles tightened and his breath hitched. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

On that, they could agree. Being pinned to the bed by his weight, hands bound over her head, legs open nearly to the point of pain, filled by the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever seen…yep. She’d never felt this good in her life.

Until he started to move, that is.

He moved slowly at first, in long, hard strokes—in and out, in and out—then faster, until he gripped her hips and tipped them back so that he could go even deeper. She arched back against him, silently letting him know she could take more.

No, she needed to take more.

And he gave it to her. All she could do was lay there and tighten her inner muscles around him as he pounded into her, over and over again, hitting a spot—aw, God, yes, there!—that made her toes curl, her body clench, and forced every thought out of her head until she was nothing but a sobbing, moaning puddle of need that was completely his to command.

“Don’t stop!” she cried. “I’m so close.”

But she had nothing to worry about. He showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He let out a string of harsh words in a language she didn’t recognize and just went harder and faster. The iron bedframe banged against the wall with his every thrust, but she barely heard it over the sound of her own harsh breathing.

She came so hard her vision blurred and she felt light-headed. Her entire body clenched and she let out a moan so long and loud she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop.

And he didn’t stop, either. He rode her hard through each and every wave of her orgasm, slamming into her again and again.

“Again,” he demanded on a feral growl.

“I can’t!” she sobbed.

“You will.”

He reached around and slid his thumb firmly over her clit and proved her wrong with nothing more than two strokes. Turns out she could—and did—come again.

She assumed he’d come then. But he didn’t.

Instead, he pulled out, flipped her to her back with his tail still firmly binding her wrists above her head, and plunged back into her again…and again…and again. He bent down and gave one of her nipples a sharp nip before covering both breasts with his big hands and squeezing. Hard.

She was so shocked—and turned on—by the display of aggression from her otherwise gentle giant that a surprise orgasm hit her out of the blue.

Ultimately, that’s what finally pushed him over the edge.

Riordan buried his face between her breasts and came with a possessive growl that damn near made her come again, but she was pretty sure she couldn’t. She was too dehydrated.

They stayed that way for what could’ve been minutes or days, sweat cooling on their skin. It wasn’t until he let go of her hands and rolled them over so that she was sprawled across his chest that a terrible thought occurred to her.

“Um…how are you so good at that?” she asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer. “Were there…a lot of other women?”

He chuckled. “You’re the first, my queen.”

There was a record scratch in her brain. She raised her head just enough to look him in the eye to see if he was lying. “Seriously? You were a virgin? How is that even possible?”

He grimaced, looking a little embarrassed. “Where I’m from, sex is for breeding, not pleasure. And when I came here, it took me so long to acclimate that dating and sex were never a priority until I found you.”

“OK, but how are you so good at it?”

“I studied,” he said somewhat defensively.

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