I’ve got a pretty good imagination, but it’s got nothing on this.
Marry me, he joked.
And suddenly, I cannot wait to make this man my husband.
Foolish, pre-orgasm thought.
Still.
That’s the thought, cherishing him as I degrade and take him apart, that drop-kicks me into a long, hard fall. I roar as the orgasm shatters me, rolling ecstasy from the soles of my feet to my hairline. I’m an animal, a monster fucking a monster.
Please, he mouths silently.
“Come.”
He shudders and shifts, fucking himself on my cock until cum squishes out of his hole. Grunting, yipping until he’s yelling my name as wet heat spreads between us.
I release the mattress and knock his hands away. Still connected, we wrap ourselves in each other’s arms, squeezing tight, holding as hard as we can, as if needing an anchor to the earth because otherwise we might go floating off into space.
He grins up at me. Eyes black.
Am I used to that already?
I watch his eyes carefully.
They swirl back to icy blue, his focus sharp.
Sy chuckles. “Thanks for giving me what I wanted. Even though I’m a pretty bad bet.”
I nail him with a glare.
“Who’s a worse bet? The murderer or the man falling for the murdererbecausehe’s a murderer?”
Sy blushes, then nips at my nose. “What kind of diagnosis would you give yourself?” he asks, so very earnest.
“Monster fucker with a hint of white knight.”
“The knight who fucks the monster?” He’s amused by my answer. And maybe a little proud. “How very complicated.”
His laugh is the sound of the universe, and I slip out of him.
“Fuck, sorry about the mess.”
“I’m not,” he says, eyes black and sparkling.
I’m beginning to realize the black can mean good things too.
His cock, spent and pretty and stuck to his happy trail, twitches.
“Come, little monster. Warm my cock in the shower,” I say, pushing sweaty hair off his forehead.
Silas runs his tongue over his lower lip and rises like a piece of sculpture from the bed. Cum runs down his inner thighs as he walks to the bathroom. The look over his shoulder before he walks through the doorway is enticing and fond all in one go.
I get up, lazy about it, and he’s got the water running by the time I make it into the bathroom. Pulling him to me, we kiss in the warm fog of steam as it fills the space. I slide my fingers into the crack of Sy’s very well-formed ass, now slick with cum and lube. I play against the sensitive skin, the wet and dirty sounds music to my ears.
“Look how I wrecked your hole.” I dip my middle finger in to the first knuckle. “You’ll be loose for days.”
He smiles and buries his face into my chest, running his fingers through the thick pelt of fur. “I’m your free-use bitch, Oak. Take me whenever you want me. Keep me loose and sticky at all times.”
