Desires of a Monster - Roe Horvat Page 0,59

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Rees

His hands dove under my clothes, and he peeled them off until I sat in his lap naked, our cocks caressing each other between our bellies. He’d never kissed me like this before, hungry and desperate, clutching me to him almost painfully.

“You’re not to wear clothes with me in this room, my love,” he murmured against my jaw and licked my skin. “I need to feel you. Smell you. I need to know you are mine. Don’t ever leave me, darling.”

“I can’t. I love you.”

He cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks.

“Forever is a long time, Rees.”

And I understood. He’d lived three thousand years in this world.

“I love you,” I repeated, holding his gaze. “The life you’ve given me—it’s still yours. Keep it. I don’t want it without you.”

“I will keep it. I’ll keep it safe.”

He picked me up without effort and laid me on my back on top of the table.

“Remember?”

I laughed. “Yes. You appraised me like a horse you were about to buy.”

He loomed above me and placed his hand on my throat. “I did. And you looked so beautiful.” Then his voice turned teasing. “Will you be able to take a monster’s cock into your innocent body, Rees?”

“You’re no monster, and I’m not innocent anymore. But I do crave your cock.”

“Anything you want.”

“So now I can give you orders?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

“I’m ordering you to take me.”

The hungry expression on his face ignited a fire in my core. I would have thought he’d fuck me right away, but he ran his hand down my torso and slowly turned the table.

“As you wish, my love.”

He hugged my hips and kissed me, first my abdomen, then the creases between my groin and my thighs, around the base of my cock, and all over my balls. The tender kisses and soft licks were driving my desire higher and higher until I was panting and shivering beneath him. Long minutes passed, and my fingers ached as I clenched the edge of the table, trying to keep still. All the same, my hips thrust upward, my hole twitching with need, and I moaned with each brush of his lips on my skin.

When he swirled his tongue around my shaft, I shattered, my cum splattering all over my chest. Yet he didn’t stop. As if I hadn’t come at all, he kept kissing and suckling, cleaning the cum off my skin, and then he sucked my oversensitive cock slowly, so painfully slowly. I writhed on the table, my mind cooking from the sensations. Only when I was fully hard and leaking early seed, aroused and desperate all over again, did he let go of my cock and grabbed my legs. He tugged until my ass hung off the edge of the table. Finally, he pressed his wet lips on my hole, kissed and teased me with the tips of his tongue. I felt so empty, and I twisted and wriggled, willing him to fill me, but he only gentled again and brushed his closed lips over my opening.

Heat bloomed in my underbelly, my skin prickled all over, and when he dragged his long thick tongue through my crease and over my drawn-up balls, I cried out with need.

“My Passion,” he murmured and stood above me. Bereft, I stared up at him, unable to speak, begging him with my moans and gasps. My hips kept rolling of their own volition, my shaft jolted in the air, and my hole quivered. My insides ached with familiar emptiness.

“You’re breathtaking when you need me.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away when he grabbed his straining cock with both hands and stroked himself. I imagined it tearing into me and whimpered. I could have begged him to fuck me, but my boiling brain couldn’t form words. Instead, I arched off the table, my need for him like a knife driving into my guts, and I shouted again.

Suddenly, warmth hit my chest, and my eyes flew open. When had I closed them? Thick spurts of his seed rained down on my skin. And even though my cock and ass were untouched, pleasure spread through me. He snarled and growled with his peak, covering my entire torso with splashes of glowing liquid. His cum shone silver. He let go of his cock and rubbed his hands down my chest and my limbs, smearing his seed all over my body, bathing me in it. When he stroked my face, I licked his hand, capturing the perfect taste. My