Page 22 of Monsters in Love

Plum’s moaning grew insistent. “Kro, please, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Neither could I. My cock throbbed, precum already leaking into my boxers. I tore her panties from her, revealing her beautiful pussy to my gaze. I trailed the tip of my finger over her slit, reveling in how she writhed under my touch. “What a pretty little cunt, all wet and slick for me,” I cooed, plunging a finger into her depths while circling her clit with my thumb.

She hissed in response, shivering for me as she grasped her nipples. “Yes, please, just like that.”

“I know what my baby girl wants. What she needs.” One by one, I slid more fingers inside of her until I wedged all four inside of her, stretching her, coaxing her to take more of what I had to give her.

She thrashed her head back and forth, pinching her nipples with a near violence that let me know she liked a little pain with her pleasure. Her muscles pulsed around me as I rubbed her clit faster and faster. When she started to flutter around me, I replaced my thumb with my tongue. Sucking her throbbing flesh between my lips, I flicked against her faster and faster until she bucked her hips up and she screamed.

I wasn’t done. I chased each crest of her orgasm, demanding more of her until she was wrung out and gasping.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, her legs spread on either side of my hips, I took my cock in my grip. I stroked it up and down, imagining the feel of Plum’s slick-drenched pussy around me. Plum’s gaze focused on my cock, following my hand’s movements. “Are you ready for me, Plum?”

She nodded, licking her lips. A growl escaped my throat. Gods, that was hot. I would let her swallow me down soon. For now, I needed to feel her against me.

I pushed her thighs together, and slid myself between them. The slide of her against me would be my undoing. She was so wet, I glided over her seam deftly, paying special attention to her clit. She was close to coming once more. When she did, I would plunge into her. Get lost in the dripping heat of her.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes,” she chanted as another orgasm rocked within her. “Please, more. Please!”

I lined myself to her opening. Her cunt dripped for me, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again. She could drown me in her juices and I would die happy.

As I set myself to thrust into her, a cursory knock sounded at the bedroom door before it opened, flooding the room with light. “Good morning, I–OH!”

I moved as soon as Plum’s mom entered, throwing the covers over Plum’s naked body, but not quick enough to hide what we were obviously doing. Her eyes went wide with shock before she slapped her hand over them. “You should have locked the door!” she yelled as she ran away, closing the door behind her.

In the quiet that followed, I risked a glance at Plum, hoping she might have somehow not noticed what had happened.

My hope died when she slowly levered herself up to a sitting position. Gripping the blanket tightly around her, she croaked out, “Was that my mother?”

Chapter 6

Plum

“Oh. My. God. Please tell me this is a nightmare, and I’ll wake up soon.” I scrunched my eyes closed and opened them again. Kro’s bewildered face was still there to greet me. “That’s it. I cannot leave this room. Quick, let’s dig our way out.”

“Whatever it is, we will face it together,” Kro said. “I think they’re cooking breakfast. I smell bacon. Perhaps sausage.”

“Longanisa. My favorite.” Of course my parents would use my weakness to draw me out. I groaned. “Maybe you can go first, and we can pretend that what they saw isn’t what they actually saw. After all, how much could they have really seen?”

“Well, given the timing, they probably only saw that I was between your legs.”

I wailed and curled up into a ball.

“It is not the end of the world, you will see. Now, let us go, and at the very least, have some breakfast that your mother has offered.”

It took a bit of prodding, but Kro nudged me into the bathroom so I could wash my face and I also waited for him to wash his and do whatever he needed to clean up before he took my hand and walked me up the stairs.

Did this make me a baby? Perhaps.

Did I care? Absolutely not.

Dread knotted in my stomach, and yet my parents didn’t seem angry in the kitchen. In fact, they were laughing.

At least my aunts and uncles were nowhere to be seen, so that made me feel better. When my mom caught sight of me, she waved at both of us with a spatula in hand. A trio of frying pans were heating on the stovetop.

“Oh, there you are! Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

I didn’t want to acknowledge any part of sleeping in the bedroom or anything that happened before this kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”

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