Page 28 of Monstrosity
He holds my hips steady, devouring me like a man starved.
His tongue circles my clit before sucking gently, and I have to fist my hands in the sheets to stay grounded.
"So sweet," he murmurs against me. "Could do this for hours."
"Please," I beg, already embarrassingly close. "Rio, please, I need?—"
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves, and I have to press a pillow over my face to muffle my cries.
He works me through it, drawing out every aftershock until I'm boneless and panting.
"Beautiful," he says, kissing his way back up my body. "But I'm not done with you yet."
I reach for his jeans, needing to touch him.
He helps me push them down, and when I wrap my hand around him, he drops his forehead to mine with a groan.
"Fuck, your hand feels good."
"I can make it feel better," I offer, but he catches my wrist.
"Later. Right now, I need to be inside you." He positions himself at my entrance, eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you," I breathe. "All of you. Please, Rio."
He pushes inside slowly, stretching me perfectly, and we both go still when he's fully seated.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Dasha?—"
"I know," I gasp. "I know."
He starts to move, slow and deep, hitting spots inside me I didn't know existed.
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moan.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans, picking up the pace. "So tight, so perfect. Made for me."
"Yours," I agree, nails raking down his back. "Just yours."
His thrusts become harder, more demanding, and I meet him stroke for stroke.
The headboard starts to tap against the wall, and he reaches up to brace it with one hand while the other finds my clit.
"Need you to come again," he commands. "Want to feel you squeeze my cock."
His filthy words combined with his skilled fingers push me over the edge.
I bite his shoulder to muffle my scream as I come, clenching around him.
"Fuck, yes," he groans. "Just like that, baby. So fucking perfect."
His rhythm falters, and I know he's close.
I pull his head down, whisper in his ear, "Come for me, Rio. Want to feel you."
He buries his face in my neck, groaning my name as he finds his release.
