The monster reaching through, its long, clawed hands grasping.
I wind my fingers through his hair, twisting it painfully. He cries out and moans, taking hold of my cock as I drag his mouth to the head.
He opens easily, his tongue swirling around the tip before I shove him onto me, inch by inch, my teeth gnashing, my heart thundering.
“Take all of it,” I grunt as I feel his nose hit my groin. He thrashes beneath me for a second and then goes still, a happy hum in the back of his throat. “Yes. Good boy.”
He groans as I slowly wrench his head up and off my cock before pushing him back down again.
“Maybe I will fuck you. Fuck that tight little hole.”
I throw the comforter back a little more, exposing his naked body. His round little ass perched up slightly, a small gem winking in the light from the bathroom.
He moans as I drag his mouth around my dick, but I don’t let him move or adjust himself, just continue to use him.
“Would you like that? To be the first man I’ve ever fucked?”
I lean up slightly and see his eyes pop open, wide and trying to meet my own.
His lips are stretched, drool slipping down his chin. I’ve never liked a mess, but I like it on him.
He taps on my thigh, and I pull him off me, letting him breathe.
“Do it,” he says, his rasping voice a dare.
I narrow my gaze, my cock straining toward him. He’d love that, he’d love me to break completely, to pull that plug out and stuff him full of my cock.
My monster wants that too.
But what little common sense I have in this moment reins me in.
I move quickly, shoving him onto his back, grabbing his wrists, and pulling them up over his head. He’s stretched out beneath me, and I know that it would be simple to take what it seems my body wants.
But I don’t give in. Not yet. Instead, I reach behind him, cupping his head in my hand, and lean my body forward.
My hair falls into my face, my mouth hanging open as I bring my cock back to his mouth, using him as a sleeve.
And he accepts it, moaning around me as I thrust forward, taking what I need, what my monster wants.
It’s hard and rough, and I feel his vibrating moans of approval slip through my body, settling in my balls. It doesn’t take long to tip me over the edge, my body curling forward, my movements jerky and uneven. He swallows me down just like he did before, and I slump forward, catching my breath.
He sucks on me a moment, and then my cock slips from his swollen lips, my cum smeared across his cheeks.
“Fuck,” I rasp, and he nods, bringing a trembling hand up to his mouth and touching it gingerly. “Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck you for even asking that,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I can take it. All of it. All of you.”
My body lists to the side, and I fall onto the mattress next to him. He sits unmoving, and I do the same, the two of us breathing heavily.
“Did you come?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Yeah. Made a mess of your bed.”
I grunt and turn my gaze slightly. “I’ll have the sheets changed tomorrow.”
“Probably better to wait, because it will just happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
