Page 36 of Monster Made
“I want to hurt you,” he growls in my ear, his hard-on pressing against the place on my ass that he’s just bitten.
“Yeah, I think I got that,” I lash out, but then his right hand digs under me, finding my stiff nipples and tweaking them each in turn, sending sparks shooting down my core.
Meanwhile, his left hand travels down to my pussy, and he swipes at my wetness.
“You like it too, don’t you?” he guesses.
“We-e-ll…”
I interrupt myself with a loud moan as he drives two fingers inside me, pumping me hard. I shudder hard, grinding back toward them.
I’m still a bit sore, but it feelssogood. Especially when he crooks his fingers and drives them into me in a come hither motion.
“Oooh…” I moan loudly, loudly enough that Dad comes rightback to the door.
“All okay, Pumpkin? Come down, the oatmeal is going to burn.”
“Ye-e-es, Dad…” I love him, but right now, I would give anything for him to be less overprotective.
Apparently, though, Quill doesn’t mind at all.
“Still sore, cricket?” he murmurs.
“Uhm…” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’m all better this morning, but I remember his reaction yesterday to my lie. As much as I want this, I also want to be honest. So I admit, “A little.”
“Good,” he breathes. “I want you to be.”
A moment later, he removes his fingers from me, and I feel his cock nudge against my entrance. He slides in and I bite down on a muffled cry. The stretch feels good, but we’ve only had sex once before. I’m still not used to his girth as he pushes into me, and it definitely hurts. At the same time, my arousal increases, and I try to grind back against him.
But he immobilizes me from behind, his arms wrapping around me until I’m completely unable to move. Unable to do anything but take his cock as he starts driving it into me, hard and fast.
“Pumpkin! Come down, now! It’s so late. Whatareyou doing?”
“Nothing, I… oh my gosh… nothing… nothing… nothing!”
I bite down on the mattress to stop myself from speaking more, each of the words I blurt out sounding increasingly high pitched and breathy. But Quill isn’t laughing anymore. He seems incredibly turned on by the idea that my dad could come in at any moment and see us. Meanwhile, I’m barely aware of Dad on the other side of the door anymore, my attention entirely focused on the way Quill’s strong arms feel wrapped around me, on the weight of his body against my back, on his cock…especially on his cock… as it stretches me, each pump touching a spot that makes me see white.
But even though I’m biting hard on the mattress, I just can’t help the moans that spill out of my mouth, until Quill suddenly wraps a hand around my neck.
“I… uh… what are you…?” I freak out from the sudden way his fingers squeeze against me, cutting off my windpipe. I can only mouth words as he continues to squeeze, and my eyes feel like they’re bulging straight out of my skull as I try and fail to catch a breath.
“Relax, cricket,” he breathes into my ear.
Somehow I do, just enough that I’m able to control my panic. Then, the thrill of the danger, coupled with the increased sensation caused by the lack of air as Quill continues to slam into me, causes my body to erupt into a sudden, dizzying orgasm.
Moments later, he pulls out, and I feel the hot gush of his arousal on my bottom.
All thoughts of breakfast, school, and Dad have left my mind as I sag on the bed, panting hard. But after kissing my cheek, Quill stands up.
“Get ready,pumpkin,” he teases. “I’ll see you in school.”
Before I even have time to register those words, he’s gone out the window, and I hear the sound of his footsteps as he scrambles down the trellis on the side of the house, then jumps onto the soft ground.
I suddenly regret that I didn’t invite him down for breakfast, because it feels weirdly lonely without him. Though I’m pretty sure my dad would never have gotten overthatsurprise.
Dad’s voice brings me back to reality, and I quickly wash off the evidence of what’s just happened before getting dressed and rushing downstairs.
Sure enough, Dad’s made oatmeal and fruit salad. He looks at me in concern as I sit down at the table.
