I glanced over my shoulder and moved into position.“I want to see…please can you…”
He picked his phone up from next to the pillow.“You want me to record you?”
“Yes.”
He held the phone with one hand and his dick with the other, slapping it against my ass.“Your hole is gaping, you want it.”
“Yes.”
This time, when he fitted the head of his cock to my hole, there was no resistance, or at least there was less, as his cock stretched me in every direction.“Add some more lube.”
I watched as his hand slicked the thicker, lower half of his dick.I was half tempted to drop right down, but that was not the smart thing to do.I needed to go slow, rising up before sliding a little farther down.My thighs shook like it was leg day, and even though the need to come was rough in my blood, Farrow’s tail had a firm grip on the situation.
“So close,” Farrow murmured.“The pink of your hole shows every time you lift up, like you don’t want to pull off.”
I leaned forward, my hand on the bed, rocking back with tiny thrusts, trying to take the last two inches.My stomach was full, and I didn’t know if I was imagining it or if I could see his cock bumping around.
“Stay like that,” Farrow said.He pulled free and lifted me up, swinging his legs from beneath me.Then he was behind me.He turned my head to the side and pressed it to the mattress.“So I can see your concentration face as I fuck you.”
He kept his hand on the back of my neck and thrust in, sinking deep enough that we both groaned.I arched my back, wanting to make room for his cock.My hole throbbed with each thrust, stretched and sore, and pre-cum dripped from my dick as each thrust pressed against my prostate.
This was how I died, prevented from coming as an oversized monster used me as his fuck toy.There were worse ways than being a monster’s cum hole.
His hips hit my ass, and his hand caressed my hip.“So pretty.”
He slowly eased back, dragging every thick inch out of me.My hole gaped, begging to be filled.
“Please.”I lifted my hips, as if not being fucked would kill me, when the opposite was far more likely.
“Please?”His voice rumbled through me.
“Please fuck me.Fill me with your cum.”My cheeks burned, but I needed to feel it dripping out of me.
Farrow kept one hand on my neck and the other on my hip as he fucked me in long, hard thrusts, making use of every inch of his cock.My eyes rolled closed as I fell off the edge.My climax tore through me as I came on the bed sheets like it had been weeks, not a day.
My ass clenched around Farrow.He grunted and stilled, his cock pulsing inside me.He pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, pretty sure that I’d never be able to move again.
“Do you have anything to clean up with?”
I almost told him to go to the bathroom before remembering how dangerous cats and dogs were to monsters.I flapped my hand toward the floor where I’d tossed my clothes.“Just use my sweatshirt.”
He wiped his dick and pulled on his pants.
“Do you want me to wipe you?”He tilted his head.“Are you hurt?”
“I’m just recovering from being fucked into next week… I’ll have a shower in a bit.When I can walk again.”
Farrow ran his fingers through my hair.“I didn’t mean to…to exhaust you.It was meant to be fun.”
“It was.But I need some recovery time.”And I didn’t trust my legs to take me to the bathroom.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.I’ll be fine.Go and scare some children and keep your world safe.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek as if he cared, which made my heart do a stupid thing, as if I cared about him and this wasn’t just a sex and money thing to him.“Can I give you a tracker so it’s easier for me to find you?”
“Sure.”Unless it was on a collar with a ‘please call Farrow if found’ tag.
