How can I deny him anything when he is writhing and twisting inside me? When I’m so full and he’s pushing against the magical spot deep inside that has my thighs quivering.
The vines move with me, shifting and tangling without dislodging when I maneuver onto my back.
In this position, I should have a clear view of my monster, but he is still shadows from the waist up. But that’s not important as I grab my ankles and pull them to my ears.A position I could never pull off awake. But in my dreams, I hold myself open for him. Show him the shiny, messy state of my center already occupied by his ... tentacles?
The vines never stop. Never slow. They continue slithering in and out of each opening. At this angle, I get to watch them. Get to see the four thin membranes stuffed in my vagina and the two in my ass.
“Oh God,” I moan, knowing I should be horrified by the sight of my belly bulging and rippling with their movement.
Instead, I watch as my muscles seize and tighten with my climax. Thick, clear liquid squirts out around the thrashing foliage as I writhe across the ground, back arching, toes curling.
“Look at you,” he taunts, fat cock gripped in a giant, clawed hand. “You’re going to be the perfect sleeve. A ready hole I can stick my cock in and fuck whenever I get hard.”
My head falls back with a sob I can’t contain. My body shudders violently with the exit of the vines slithering free, leaving me empty and still so horny.
The creature studies my opening from his towering height. I can’t tell where his eyes are or his face, but I feel the weight. Feel the hunger.
Just as the wait seems infinite, his silhouette folds. It bends and compresses. One massive, clawed hand slams into theground next to my head. The other holds his cock, guiding it to my opening.
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I jolt awake.
A choked gasp wheezes out of me as I bolt upright. The room is still, quiet, but my pussy is on fire. The crotch of my jeans is soaked like I wet myself and I am so mindlessly close to the edge I don’t even second guess my actions when I tear open my snaps and shove a hand between my thighs.
The heat and mess coat my fingers before I even force two into my throbbing cunt and cum. Right on my aunt’s sofa, I howl and bow in half as the cliff crumbles under me and I fall. As the world collapses and I submit to the pleasure.
But the aftereffects are less thrilling. Opening my eyes to the dark rafters, surrounded by the stench of dust and lingering floor cleaner, I feel homesick.
Not my parents’ basement.
The woods. The scent of pine and soil, andhim.He was only a dream but the musky swirl of cloves and smoke haunt me.
I need to get a grip.
Just because the best sex I’ve had in years was with a figment of my imagination doesn’t mean...
A knock echoes across the walls. A gentle, but firm explosion of sound that nearly sends me sliding off the sofa. I barely catch myself and leap to my feet. My fingers are visibly trembling as I rework the fastens and try to orient myself.
I have no idea what time it is, but it’s late enough that normal people wouldn’t be out and about. But it’s the storm still howling outside that has me hurrying into the hallway. There’s a good chance someone’s car broke down or got stuck in a snowbank.
I wrench open the door and freeze.
The greeting dies on my tongue. The words lock in my throat. I can’t formulate any as I stare up into the darkest set of brown eyes.
“Kellen?”
CHAPTER THREE
I throw my arms around him.
It’s a hard reach when he towers over me by two feet, but I’m caught in his big arms and lifted onto my toes. His hands close into my hair, cradling the back of my skull.
“Hey, little one.”
I know it’s wrong to smell a married man, but I’m tipsy with the musky scent of Labdanum coming off him. The way his heat only intensifies the warm, woodsy smell.
