Page 21 of My Monster, My Choice

Lovingly I lick the underside of her breast, rimming the crease until I get to the center of her body and then trail my tongue down. She’s breathing hard, her trembling stomach giving small shivers beneath my chest. Using my front two tentacles, I spread her creamy thighs as I move lower.

Pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, the skin smooth beneath my lips, I trail my wet tongue down the center.

A burst of her musk hits my senses. She wants me just as badly as I want her. As much as I am trying not to come, I have every desire splayed out on her bed before me.

I study her cunt. She has a darker tuft of hair that I nuzzle my face into, and delicate folds of pink flesh glisten. She gasps when I part her folds with my fingers.

“I’m going to lick up one side and then down the other,” I decide. “I want to taste your sweetness. Then I will suck on your clit. I have suckers on the tips of my tentacles to latch onto your teats and suck the tips at the same time.”

She shivers and thrusts her hips at me, a little involuntary movement she can’t seem to help. Her fingers clench the bedsheets, her knuckles whitened.

“I want my mouth latched onto you as you come, Christina,” I breathe, my hot breath blowing across her sensitive sex. “I want to feel your climax clench around me, taste the juices of your orgasm.”

“Yes, yes, Elex. I want that.”

“Will you let me slide a tentacle inside you, love?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I delicately part her lips with my fingers and slide the tip of my appendage in. A flood of her pheromones rushes over me, hot, wet, concentrated with lust. Slowly I penetrate her, feeling the inner walls of her cunt clench me tight, fighting the urge to think this will soon be my cock squeezed and milked.

She’s drenched in her own juices and gives a guttural cry as I fill her up. I corkscrew my appendage back and forth and she tightens around it.

Another tentacle finds the puckered rim just below and I use the blunt end to tap, tap, tap it in even, rhythmic strokes. Her eyes widen, showing her dilated pupils.

“Eat me,” she snarls, completely lost in her lust.

I dip my head and latch onto her entire cunt, sliding my tongue through her folds, groaning against her quivering flesh. It doesn’t take her long to come when I suck her clit into my mouth.

She explodes.

It takes every ounce of strength I’ve got not to grind my aching cock into the bed and come with her. She’s gripping my tentacle with her hot, wet cunt, waves of orgasm rolling over it. Her clit is throbbing, she’s gasping, then screaming my name.

Mine.

“Elex! God, baby. God.”

I lap her juices gently as she comes down from her high and let my tentacles drop away, giving her a brief respite.

I stroke the silky-smooth insides of her thighs and make my way back up her body, stroking and licking the newness of my female.

“No need for more foreplay, baby,” she says. “I’m still horny for you. I want you to fuck me, make me yours.”

“Christina,” I groan.

I’m so hard for her, my body as lubed as hers is. Between the two of us, we’re a hot, squelching mess.

I wind my tentacles around her ankles and gently bend her legs up and out, splaying her pretty cunt for me. Then I take my cock in my hand and rub it through her slit, letting her feel the heat between us.

“God, yes.”

She quivers as I part her folds with the head of my cock. Stars explode behind my eyes and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. There’s an ancient, rampant need within me that’s only aware of one thing. Her hot, wet, tight sheath.

Deeper. I need to sink deeper into the warm recesses of her cunt. Gripping her hips, I draw back before shoving back into her tight sex, feeling each swollen bulge of my cock as the first enters, then the second, and the third.

She’s loving every inch of me that I give her. Her legs tighten around my waist, locking me to her as if she can’t get enough.

“Christina,” I rasp, bending to lick her nipple.

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