Page 14 of Monster Mishap

Her muscles twitch beneath my touch. “Yes.” She gasps.

So responsive. So delicate.

“Spread for me,” I demand.

Automatically she opens her legs, inviting me in and pulling up my shirt. Her cunt is covered in soft, curling hair, and she’s already dripping. Here I thought she didn’t like me. I smirk to myself and run my thumb over her, caressing and teasing.

“You don’t. Have to be. Smug.” Her pupils are fully dilated when I lift my gaze to meet hers.

“You’re dripping.”

Her cheeks turn pink and the bond trembles with her lust. Her need.

I very much like that.

Adjusting my positioning, I gather up her slick with one thick finger and edge into her center. Sighing, she drops her head back. I tease her entrance until she releases a tiny growl of frustration and grabs my wrist, forcing me deeper inside her.

My cock pulses as she rocks her hips. Needy.Mine. The possessive claim rolls through my head, but I shove it aside. “Can you take another finger?”

“I don’t know if I can,” she rasps.

“My saliva will help your body adjust to accommodate me.” I curl my finger inside of her, stroking a soft spot deep inside that makes her cry out. “Will you let me taste you, little flower?”

SIX

There’s more to tusks than meets the eye

DAISY

“Yes,” I say with far too much comfort given the situation.When in monster land…

Orcus’ thumb rolls over my clit. Pleasure lights up my nerves and my hips buck into the touch. He chuckles to himself, repeating the motion in rapid succession until I dig my nails into his wrist to keep from collapsing back to the table.

My core clenches around his finger. He growls and rips his hand away. Sucking in a breath and searching his face, I wonder if I’ve somehow made him mad, but he grabs my thighs and yanks my ass to the very edge of the table. Heart skipping, I stare at him, waiting for whatever move he has planned next with anticipation stirring in my stomach. He’s very, very big, and I’m so small in comparison. I teeter on the lip of the table but his tusks hook under my legs, balancing me and pinning me in place right as he buries himself between my legs.

Running his nose over my cunt, he inhales and hums in approval seconds before he flattens his tongue and strokes that thick muscle through my slit. Humming in approval, he runs his big tongue through my slit. Some guys would balk at the natural landscaping, but not Orcus. He takes it like a champ, stroking the hair and parting me so he can tease my clit with his lips and tongue. His tusks secure me, making it so that there’s no way to shy away from his touch. The monster holds me captive and I surrender.

I carefully run my fingers over the top of his hair, worried I’ll offend him if I grab onto it.

He sears me with a look and his lips brush over my skin as he says, “Take what you want, little flower.”

That nickname should bother me. Him going down on me after being a grumpy butthead should bother me. I should be focused on escaping. But then he runs the flat of his tongue from my center and up my slit, pausing at my clit and sucking hard, and I forget all about logic and lose myself in the pleasure he’s offering.

Do ladies like pleasure?

Yes, they fucking do.

My fingers dive into the soft strands of his hair and tug. I expect some sort of frustrated reaction. It never comes. If anything, Orcus works with more fervor, repeating the full-length lick.

Heat pools in my center and my stomach flips when he plunges his tongue inside of me, greedily taking every drop of my essence. I flex my walls and he growls, grabbing two handfuls of ass. I tentatively rock my hips.

He pauses long enough to say, “Don’t be shy.”

With his permission, I shamelessly grind against his face as Orcus ruins me for any other man. This is more than I’ve ever dreamed about. Every stroke of his tongue is like fire racing over my skin. Every caress is like kindling, taking the flames of pleasure to an inferno of euphoria. He finds his way back to my clit and slides two fingers inside of me. There’s a slight burn as my body stretches to accommodate his fingers, but it’s there and gone in a second. Together, they’re about as girthy as my new toy and I’m more than pleased to find I can handle them. He pulls them all the way out and slams them back into my cunt, hitting the spot deep inside me with such force that electric pleasure reverberates through my body.

“Oh, f-f-fuck,” I stutter around the word.

“Look at you, you like the way I feel inside of you so much you can’t even talk.” His praise traces down my spine and I’m not even mad at how smug he sounds. He relentlessly fucks me with two fingers and sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves until my mind becomes mush and all I can do is hang on and try to breathe. As if sensing I’m close, he swirls his tongue over my clit, coaxing me.

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