Page 95 of For Fillies and Monsters

She nods, her eyes straining to see my cock rubbing against her clit.

“Do you think I’m ready, Stetson?”

She bobs her head frantically, obviously short on words now.

“Spit on it, baby. Get me wetter for you.”

She spits, missing, the liquid sliding between the valley of her breast and over the plain of her stomach. As it gets to her pussy, I swipe my cock through it and growl. “Again.” Stetson strains against the rope, angling her head farther out, and this stream of spit lands on the swollen tip of my cock, hot and wet.

I rub her spit in with the cream from her wet, little cunt, my grip nearly painful around my shaft.

“I’m not on birth control.” It’s a ragged whisper, and I just laugh.

“I don’t give a fuck. You’re clean. I’ve seen your doctor’s reports. And I haven’t been with another woman in ten years. There’s no fucking way I’m putting anything between us—now or ever. You are all mine, always.”

She whines but doesn’t argue, and I know my words only spur her on, more cum leaking around my cock. Hiking one of her quivering legs up to my waist, she instinctively wraps it around my hips, holding me to her.

I place my free hand between her tied-up ones on the pole and line up my cock with her needy little cunt. I take in a deep breath, willing myself to last.

But fuck, ten years is a long time to dream about what something will feel like—fully unleashing yourself with the one person you love. And I already know it’s going to be even better than anything I could imagine.

Breathe, you fucking bastard.

This is nothing like our masked encounter, because she sees me, and I her, and by joining like this we are branding our names onto each other’s souls in a permanent way that not even death will erase.

She bucks her hips toward me, and I growl, my eyes snapping angrily to her wide, frantic ones. She opens her mouth, ahiss mixing in with her words. “For the love of God, Gus, if you don’t fuck me?—”

I don’t let her finish as I shove inside of her, pounding myself to the hilt in one violent thrust. Her pussy strangles my cock, so hot and wet I will surely burst into flames. She screams at the intrusion, her body convulsing around me.

I don’t let her adjust to my size; I don’t let her catch her fucking breath. If I’m going to die from lack of oxygen, she’s going down with me.

“Look at me, Stetson.” Her eyes find mine instantly, and then I pull out, pounding in rough and hard at a relentless pace. “Look at my face while I’m fucking you. See me, Stetson. I want to be branded on every part of your soul. I’m done hiding from you.” I search her face for any hint of reservation or regret. I only see desperation.

Her body trembles against mine, moans and hoarse screams filling the barn as I claim her, devour her,destroy her. Our slick, slapping bodies and mixed cries make for an erotic symphony I want playing at my funeral, and I know we’re both so close—stars dance dangerously behind my eyelids, and Stetson’s panting is becoming shallower, faster.

“I’m so full.” She moans, her forehead falling against my own as I pound harder.

“Look at how well you take all of me, baby.”

“Yes, so fucking good.”

“Are you going to come for me?” My voice is hoarse—I know I should slow down, I should make sure she comes, but I’m crazed, bloodthirsty, and not even the barn burning down could peel me from her body now.

“Oh my… Gus, I’m so fucking close.”

“Tell me what you need, Stetson.”

Slap, slap, slap.

I close my eyes, breathing angrily through my nose.Just a little longer, Augustus. Keep it together.

She shifts slightly, her leg pinning me closer to her body, my thrusting hips now rubbing against her clit with each in and out. She screams at the contact, her leg flexing to hold me tighter yet. I drop both hands to her hips and anchor my body as close to hers as I can.

“Is this what you need? Use my body to come, baby, use me to make yourself feel good.”

“Faster. Harder.”

I groan—Who am I to argue with her requests? I pound harder, faster, our bodies so close we could be fused together. And then she erupts, scream after scream tearing from her throat, her head tipped back in ecstasy, beads of sweat running over her creamy skin. I feel each ripple of her pussy around my aching cock, her clit—swollen, rubbing against the base of my dick. She rides me, frantic and desperate, and I’ve never been so completely lost.

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