Page 57 of The Monster's Desire

Whatever he’s doing is awesome, and I love it, and he should continue doing it. I whimper the words against his lips as his chest brushes my oversensitive nipples. My hands land on his lower back, scratching as I try to maneuver him from my clit to my hole. “I need you!”

“So impatient.” He sounds extremely smug. “Don’t worry, I am too.” He palms my tit, jerking himself against my clit and holding himself over me with his knees and abs. “I want to shove my cock in so many places all at once.”

“Pussy,” I beg, digging my fingers into his tight ass. “Let’s start there.”

“Fuck, I like that idea. Of stretching your tight little hole around my thick cock.” His words are at odds with his actions. He scoots down, wrapping both wrists under my thighs as he pulls me apart. His eyes glow as he breathes me in. The animalistic way he tilts his head makes my skin prickle. “Fuck, little witch, I’m about to eat you up.” His hands wrap up around my legs, and then he’s flicking his tongue against my clit. My back arches off the ground as he works me just right.

It goes on for ages as he teases and tantalizes my cunt until I’m shaking and clawing at his hair. He teases a single finger inside me, twisting it in and out as my feet bounce against the ground, and I beg for him.

The moon and stars are a beautiful backdrop, but even the cool night air isn’t helping, because I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out. I sob that out with my pleas for him.

“Gods, Nadia. I want to devour you. Eat you alive. Claim you as mine.” His words echo with his wolf as he pulls his finger free and moves that hand to work my clit. His tongue is thick and teases inside my opening, but it grows longer and thicker as his hands change to claws. He’s careful with me, but I’m so close to the edge that I thrash around, begging and sobbing with little care about getting nicked.

“Come all over my face,” he commands, stretching his left hand up to tease my nipple. My tits bounce as I try to ride his face from below and, just as my pussy starts to contract around his tongue, he pulls away.

“No!” I sob, bowing toward him. “You said to do it.”

Ridge kneels, licking his lips. Hell, half his lower face and beard are shiny. He grabs my arm, pulling me up. He sits back on his feet while kneeling and brings me to squat over him.

“I’m afraid, if I fuck you, I’ll go too hard. You’re delicate, and I’m half-fucking-feral with the need to own your sweet cunt.” He pulls my mouth to his as his tip bumps my lower lips. “Ride my cock.”

I shiver, grinding enough that his hard tip slides through my pussy, notching at my hole. His hands cup my hips as I brush my nipples over his hard chest.

“Take every inch you can,” he growls. “Fuck, you’re perfect for me.”

I grind down, trembling against him. “Damn,” I gasp. His crown isthick. The twinge of pain makes sense.

I’m so wet, it’s unreal.

It should make this easier.

“Yeah, that’s it. Let me in,” he says in a soothing tone. His hand moves to caress my cheek as he stares into my eyes. His fingers slide through my hair, and the moment is intimate in a way I’m not used to at all. I want a dirty-as-fuck romp on the forest floor. I don’t know how to process tender. “This is why you needed to ride me. It’s a tight fit, little witch.”

I rise and fall on my knees, but his cock is massive. I’m not making any real progress.

“Toss me down and fuck me,” I beg. “Please? I need you to slam deep.”

“We’ve got time.” Ridge shoves his tongue into my mouth, but it’s the way he holds me like I’m precious and completely protected that has my chest heaving. “You really want me to take over? I was trying to be a gentleman and keep you off the ground.” Grabbing my feet, he wraps them around his back before lowering me until my ass hits solid earth. He hovers over me on his forearms and grins, shaking his head. I have no idea what’s so humorous, but I jolt a little when I catch sight of his elongating teeth. “Trust me.”

“I kind of do.” We have some weird connection when I stare into his eyes. There’s no other reason I would have admitted that. My chest gets tight, but then he pulls out and slides back in just right.

My breathing hitches as he grips my jaw in his huge hand, running his thumb over my lower lip.

“You’re fucking beautiful, but more than that—you’re mine.” He slides his thumb between my lips, and my tongue swirls around it. He moves that hand to tease my clit with rapid circular strokes that have me making the most ridiculous sounds.

I arch toward him, desperate for more of his impressive length. He’s got some damn annoying self-control, but I want the beast.

“I want you to fuck me deep,” I beg. “Get rough. Every time I sit down tomorrow, I want to squirm because you bruised my pussy.”

“Ahh, fuck,” he growls, his eyes flashing. “Be careful what you wish for.”

My hands dig into his lower back as my feet bounce against his ass. “I’m beginning to think you’re all talk. That’s not a good look for an alpha.”

“Is that right?” He chuckles darkly. The next snap of his hips into mine takes all the air from my lungs. Holy shit, that’s borderline painful. “You’re awful mouthy for a witch who can’t even take all my cock. How am I supposed to bury my knot inside you?”

“Try harder,” I moan. That discomfort is quickly turning to pure bliss with each powerful stroke. He’s stretching me to capacity, but it feels like heaven as my tits bounce.

Ridge grunts, dipping low enough to seal his mouth to mine. I use my feet on his rear end to grind over him while he’s buried to the hilt. The kiss is frantic and dirty. His chest rumbles with a sound I’ve never heard before. Okay, I have, but not outside of a cat. That’s a fleeting thought as the vibration hits my nipples and he brushes my pulsing clit.

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