This week's spice is brought to you by one of my favorites (am I allowed to have favorites of my own stories? 😂) To Tempt a Monster!
Keen's hand was warm and solid
around hers as he led her into the lounge. When they reached the sofa, the very
one he complained about her sprawling across, he turned and sat. Etta shifted
in place. With him sitting in front of her, still completely dressed and
unruffled, she was hyper-aware of her appearance.
She wore nothing but her dress.
Her bare thighs, slick with her arousal, pressed together. From the way Keen
inhaled and gave her a slow once-over, he could smell how ready she was. He
reached down to unfasten his pants, and Etta bit back a moan when he reached into
the fly to pull out his cock.
Even in his huge hands, it looked
large. Etta inhaled shakily and eased closer. It was a dusky red, the tip
nearly flat and wider than the already thick shaft, and the entire length was
covered in a pattern of ridges. It would never be mistaken for a human cock.
The thought sent a wave of want through her.
Etta tore her eyes away when Keen
crooked his finger at her. She drifted closer, close enough for him to embrace
her if he wanted. Instead, he reached down to grab the hem of her dress. In one
swift movement, Keen stripped her of the last of her coverings.
She stood naked in front of him
and tried not to show how much it affected her. From the heated way he watched
her, Keen knew her squirming was pure arousal. He gave her a predatory smile
and leaned back against the sofa, spreading his arms along the back.
“Take what you want, Etta,” he
offered.
Etta dropped her gaze from his
heavy stare to his cock. It twitched as she licked her lips. Her cheeks blazed
with the force of her blush, but she carefully crawled onto the sofa to
straddle Keen's wide lap. His muscular thighs tensed under her, but he stayed
in place.
After years of waiting and
wanting, what she wanted was there for the taking. Etta reached out with one
hand to wrap her fingers around the slick shaft of Keen’s manhood. It was warm,
glistening with slick, and her body clenched at the thought of taking it.
She grabbed a handful of Keen’s
vest to help raise herself over him. At the first touch of the fever-hot head
of his cock of her entrance, a growl rumbled deep in his throat. Etta relaxed
her thighs and the wide tip began to spread her open. She gasped in shocked
pleasure.
He was so big. She was not sure
if she could take him. Just when the stretch began to edge into something
harsher, her body sweetly surrendered. The tip of his flared cock slipped
inside her and she threw her head back at the aching pleasure of it. With a
shuddering moan, she sank down an inch.
Her body clamped down hard and
Keen snarled. Etta forced her eyes open, unsure when she had closed them.
Keen’s gaze was feral, not a shred of the proper gentleman left. As she stared
at him with wide eyes, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb.
Before she could do more than tighten her grip on him, he reached down between them and firmly rubbed at her wet folds. Etta cried out, her thighs giving out, as she sank down on him fully. She gasped his name, a half-formed plea before he pushed her over the edge.
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