Page 45 of Dance of Monsters


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He does it again and again, his big dick slapping against my wet clit until a broken, needy sound wrenches from my chest.

Then hespitsright on my pussy, making me even wetter.

Something unhinged inside me breaks free, like a piece of me that I’ve kept walled up in the shadows suddenly escaping its prison.

Vaughn slaps the heavy underside of his dick against my pussy again, and I whimper when he slides the big head through his spit, rubbing it against my clit. My body jolts, my back arching and my thighs shaking as he rubs my swollen button with his slippery dick before he suddenly drags the head down, sliding it between my lips.

“Wait—!”

His thick head presses against my opening as my breath comes in frantic, tight little bursts.

“Wait! Please! Stop?—”

“No.”

“Vaughn!”

I try to scramble away from thatmonstercock that I know is going to split me in half. But he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, stopping me. I choke out a broken sound, my hands clawing and flailing, slapping at his arms, his chest?—

Vaughn grunts as his palm connects with my cheek, an heated fire suddenly ripples across my face.

Holy shit.

My brain tries to process the fact that that Vaughn justslapped me, and thefar worserealization that it sent a bolt of achy, twisting need rippling violently through my core.

But my brain doesn’t get a chance to process either idea fully, because the sting of his palm is still on my cheek as he suddenly rams every inch of his massive cock deep inside me.

I freakingscream.

I yell like I’ve been burned on a hot iron, my back arcing as my bruised, sore buttlevitatesoff the ground. Fiery pain sears through me, making me cry out as Vaughn groans deeply, impaling me on his huge dick.

It feels like I’ve just been given a shot of pure adrenaline.

My senses are on high alert.

My pulse is racing.

Every physical sensation feelstoo intense.

The chilly night air on my skin. The rough scrape of the dirt and dead leaves underneath me. The pressure of the strong hand around my throat.

…The way I feel stretchedso freaking tightaround his thickness.

Mercifully, he just stays deep inside me for a second. Still, my breath chokes in my throat and my eyes roll back. My bare feet kick against the ground. My fingers rake down his muscled forearms as he holds me by the throat and hip, grinding his dick deep inside my pussy.

I’m so tight.

I’m so freakingfull.

Toofull.

He’s too big. Too much.

He’s going tokill mewith this dick.

Just say the word.

Scream it, and this madness ends.