S: I’d really appreciate it if you helped me out.
S: Currently on the floor, completely out of it.
Her lips parted in disbelief, just as a hand wrapped under her jaw and lifted her head. He nuzzled her cheek, then two of his limbs began to type for her, but her attention was snagged by Kaylee’s response messages appearing.
K: Of course I’ll help. I’ll be there at 8 a.m. sharp to open up for Hayden.
K: Feel better soon.
Skylar’s gaze dipped to the message Mr Tentacles had written, and once more she gaped at her phone.
Unsent message: Stop ignoring me as I fuck your cute little holes.
A growl rumbled from his throat as he shoved her phone out of reach. His hold on her jaw tightened, and he rubbed his face against her, just as his hips shoved in harder and deeper, almost like a punishment.
Her mouth gaped as harsh breaths shunted out of her from each rough ram. Then he let go to grab both her hands and pull them behind her until her back arched and her hips tilted towards him. His thrusts became shallower as they sped up, and the cries that left her were loud and constant as he fucked into her.
There was so much pressure inside that he kept hitting her sweetest spot, and the new position ensured she could do nothing more than cry out.
My neighbours are going to call the police at this rate.
She could almost see the headline: “Concerned neighbours call police for a welfare check on a screaming woman, only to find her being railed by a monster.”
She was eternally grateful when he shoved a tendril into her mouth to force her to suck on it, muffling the sounds of her lust.
Crisis averted... unless she was actually fucked to death this time.
She might die happy, though, so it wasn’t really an issue.
Chapter
Twelve
Skylar rolled onto her side, away from the sunlight squeezing into her bedroom through the annoying gap between her blackout blinds and the window frame.
Soft, clean sheets shifted as she burrowed into them, and she finally dared to peek open her aching eyelids. Sunlight reflected off a tall glass of water and cast a rainbow on her burgundy side table. Next to it was her phone, plugged into its charger, and a donut on a small teacup plate.
She frowned at all three, having no recollection of grabbing herself a drink, food, or putting her phone on charge.
Actually, she had no memory of how she’d made it to her bed. Her eyes blinked dozily after having one of the best and longest sleeps she’d had in... well, forever.
What’s the last thing I remember?
Thehoursof sex blurred together into one erotic night of sweat, moans, cum, and tears. Good tears, of course. It was kind of cathartic to cry because the sex was just that good.
She touched the purple sheets.Did he carry me to bed?
Her cheeks warmed at how sweet that was, especially as it was much nicer than waking up on the floor again.
Her brow furrowed.No. I didn’t wake up on the floor.
Now that she knew he had this other form, she remembered the final details of their first time together differently. She’d been lying on top of him as he caressed her body with ahandand tentacles. He’d already changed forms that morning – she just hadn’t known it.
He would’ve disappeared when the sun had risen, which just so happened to be when her second alarm always went off during this time of summer.
Her lips curled in memory as last night’s events grew clearer in her mind.I remember now.Yes, he’d carried her to bed at some point after she’d passed out, and she’d woken in the middle of the night with him massaging her back and her legs. He’d been... pampering her, maybe in appreciation for the good time, and the idea alone had her heart swelling with affection.
You’re very cute, Mr Tentacles.Then her cheeks warmed as she thought,And very naughty.Or maybe she’d just riled him up again when he’d been trying to be sweet.
