Page 134 of Monstrous Urges
“With pleasure.”
His huge cock rams into me, the wind knocking out of my lungs from the sheer size and power of him. His mouth crushes to mine, and I moan when our tongues duel, the taste of copper and my own sweetness coating my lips.
We devour each other’s mouths and lips as his fat cock rams into me over and over. He slides it wetly out, only to fuck back into me with a savageness that ignites my soul. He keeps one hand pinning mine above my head, taking away my control, like I love. The other one tightens around my windpipe, choking me just enough to send fireworks exploding through my head as he fucks me like a wild animal.
I scream into his shoulder when I come a second time. The third time, my throat is ragged and my body screaming for mercy as I explode around him.
But I don’t want to stop.
I can’t stop.
I never want to stop with him.
“Shame you’re on your period, my little slut,” he hisses into my ear as he pounds his gorgeous dick into me over and over, obliterating the last of my reality.
“W—w—why,” I choke, moaning as my bruised thighs shake and quiver around his hips.
Drazen’s teeth sink sharply into the side of my neck.
“Because I’m about to fill this slutty little pussy with every fucking drop of my cum.”
The implication hits me like a million volts.
“Next time, baby girl,” he rasps darkly. “I’m going to breed this messy little cunt.”
Sweet. Fucking. GOD.
With a wrenching cry from my mouth and a snarled roar from his, he buries every inch of his fat, throbbing, veined cock deep in my pussy and explodes. The feel of him pulsing and throbbing inside me, feeling the warmth of his cum flood my insides, sends me careening over the edge. My teeth clamp down on his muscled shoulder as I scream my release and explode into a billion pieces around him.
31
DRAZEN
Our first meeting at D’Atella, Taylor and I sat across from each other, eyeing each other like enemies.
Things have…changed.
Radically.
Today, here on my island, she sits at my side, where she belongs. Her fingers are laced with mine on top of the table for all to see.
What they don’t see is my cum still leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy into a pair of sheer black thong panties I selected for her to wear under her classy, elegant Chanel skirt suit.
At the table that I’ve had set up in one of the courtyards of my home, I look around at all the family heads that make up the Iron Table.
Well…almost all of them.
“Thank you for sitting down with us today, Drazen,” Kir Nikolayev says with a nod to me.
“My apologies that I kept you waiting,” I reply, lifting the cane at my side.
It’s been two weeks since Vadik drugged Taylor and me, and tortured me. The wounds from his knives on my torso are healing well. But the slash the swine gave me on the back of my thigh has taken longer. Hence the cane, which I loathe.
The cane wasn’t really the reason Taylor and I were ten minutes late to meet the rest of them here. But I’m not going to tell them my wife was bouncing her sweet little cunt up and down my cock like a good girl with my hand squeezed around her throat and my thumb buried in her ass.
“No apologies necessary, my friend,” Kir growls solemnly.
“Obviously, this meeting could have happened over the phone, or via Zoom,” Yelizaveta says. “But we agreed that this should be done face to face.” She glances at the rest of the heads before turning her violet eyes back to me. “We’ve had a vote. Two, actually.”