Page 69 of For Fillies and Monsters

“All you had to do was ask, baby.”

And then I’m on her, unable to rein in the beast inside of me a second longer. I yank my pants down just enough for my cock to spring free, careful to not expose too much of my legs and the hidden tattoos there. Not that I think she’d notice—her gaze is glassy, hazed over with a thick layer of desire as she drinks in the sight of my dick bobbing in front of her face, swollen and angry, already glistening with pre-cum.

“Oh, God,” she whispers, her eyes flaring wide.

“Scared, baby?” She nods frantically at my question.“You should be.” My hand pumps over the shaft, spreading the pre-cum over the length. Her body trembles, her nipples shaking slightly with the quakes taking over her body, her thighs tightly pressing together. She licks her bottom lip, and I climb onto her trapped and trembling body, my thighs resting on either side of her head. I push my dick toward her, and she stares at it.

“Fucking take it.” I thrust toward her glistening lips to punctuate my demand.

Her fear gives way to desire in a snap, and she opens up, sucking my length into her wet mouth with a slurp. I groan, the sound ragged and hoarse, completely overtaken by the moist heat of her mouth, and tip my head back. Spurred on by my reaction, she sucks harder, lifting her head to pull me deeper.

She can pretend that she’s afraid or ashamed, but I know the truth. My little filly is hungry for the depravity I can give her.

“Fuck, baby, you do that so fucking good. I knew you would. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” I look back down at her, those porn star lips finally wrapped around me the way they were always meant to be, and I nearly come simply from the sight of it. I’ve imagined this moment every day for almost six years, but nothing compares to the real thing.

She groans around me, the sound sending vibrations up my shaft. She loves both praise and degradation, and I’m happy to oblige.

Unable to control myself a second longer, I piston my hips into her mouth, my hand helping to hold her head up, the other gripping her jaw to keep her mouth tight but open for me as I begin to fuck her throat mercilessly. She’s gagging and slurping, the sounds so dirty it makes my balls ache, tears streaming from her eyes. But I don’t slow down. I couldn’t if I wanted to. And my dirty little filly wouldn’t want that, anyway—she wants to be used.

“You like it when I use your mouth? Do you like being my whore?”

She hums in response, the sound mixing with her gags, and I groan, the vibrations causing my aching balls to harden. “Do you want my cum, you dirty little slut?” I’m panting, the words spewing from between gritted teeth. She groans again, eyes rolling back into her head, and the sensations are too much for me to fight against—it’s been too long. The rope of desire at the base of my spine coils tighter still, and then snaps, release racing through me like a bolt of lightning. I still, streams of cum pumping out of my cock, painting the back of her throat and filling her mouth.

A gentleman would have made the lady come first—Lucky for me, I’m no such man.

She’s gasping, trying to swallow me and breathe at the same time—the angle I have her head tipped making it nearly impossible. As I slowly pull my cock from her mouth, cum spills from the corners of her lips, down her chin, and along the column of her long neck. The sight fills me with a raging primal need to continue to mark her, to brand her inside and out with my seed. Blind with my desire, I reach down, swiping up the cum, and smear it into her lipstick. Her eyes glue to mine as she darts hertongue through it, licking up my essence as if she can’t get enough.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

I roll her over, her hands still pinned above her head to the wall, now twisted, the leather biting into her skin. She hisses, tugging on the belt, but doesn’t ask to be let go. She likes the pain—the danger of the unknown. I take a moment to appreciate the artwork before me that is her. Plump, silky skin, pale and creamy, pulled tight over her peachy ass; a blank canvas for my marks. Dimples above her hip bones captivate my eyes, and I ache to push my fingers into the divots, gripping her as I take her from behind.

With her arms still anchored in front of her, she can’t lift her face from the bed, muffling her voice. Smiling wickedly at the control I have over her body, I lift her hips, push her knees underneath her, and take another moment to stare. This view is even prettier than the last—with her ass in the air, I can see the arousal glistening over the pinkest pussy lips—nearly the exact match to the pink of her mouth. Her pussy is so soft and wet, and I don’t stop myself from reaching out a finger to dig savagely through the moist folds.

She whimpers, pushing back into me.

“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I growl, my need to fill her thrashing beneath my skin. I take my cum-slicked fingers into my mouth, savoring the musky, but sweet taste of her want for me. It’s like a drug, and I fight the inner battle to take her or taste her. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, and fuck, she’s just so willing and ready.

I ache to split her in two.

She wiggles her hips, arching the round cheek of her ass into my already hard cock. I grip her hips tighter, relishing in the fact that there will be hand-shaped bruises there tomorrow, and leanover her arched form, taking one of her soft back handles between my teeth, biting down mercilessly.

She needs to know just how fucking crazy she makes me.

Back bowing, a scream filling the room, I bite harder, egged on by her need to escape me. A moan soon mixes with her cries, and my dick twitches with the promise of my mark on her. At the first signs of copper filling my mouth, I relax my teeth, lapping my tongue over the mark before sucking it softly.

“What a good girl you are,” I rasp against her abused flesh.

She shakes beneath me, her hands in tight fists above her head, beads of sweat glistening on the flesh of her back. “You are a monster.” Her voice is a mix of fear and heady desire, and I can’t help but smile into her skin.

“I amthemonster.”

Sitting up, I drag the swollen tip of my cock through her wet folds, my other hand mercilessly gripping her hip. I will taste her, but first, I need to feel the vise of her cunt around my dick or I just might die. She thrashes, blindly rubbing her forehead into the pillows, back and forth, and arches farther into me—begging me. Cum drips down her trembling thighs.

“I am the monster—the one you will never forget. Never escape. Never stop needing. You will die a little more every single day that I’m not inside of you.” I growl the words, a vow sealing between us. She mewls, the sound desperate, and I don’t waste another moment with words. I thrust angrily inside of her, pushing until my balls slap against her thighs, forcing her body to open to me.

I’m an unhinged man, relentlessly abusing her wet cunt with my cock. I’ve waited so many years to have her, watched so many others take what is mine, that I can’t hold back. Her scream fills the room, and I fight off a cry of my own. Her greedy little pussy milks at my length, strangling my cock to the point of pain, but I only push harder, faster, needing to rip her apart.

Destroy her, so I can be the one to help remake her.

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