Page 75 of Monster's Obsession

He stopped just in front of me and leaned over me until I had no choice but to fall back on the bed. His tongue swept out and he swiped at my still outstretched finger, suckling on it so sensually that my core fluttered.

“Say it again,” he ordered after he’d let my finger go.

I grinned smugly before obeying.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

His golden eyes seemed to glow as he slowly dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs apart as he moved. My breaths were coming out in gasps just in anticipation of what he was about to do, and I could feel that my inner thighs were already a mess of cum and cream. Watching me closely, he slid two fingers through my folds, capturing the cream on his fingers. He made a big show of bringing them to his mouth and slowly sucking the sweetness off.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t taste better.”

“Do you want me to eat you, baby? Do you want me to cover my face in your juices? Swallow it down because it’s the only thing that can truly satisfy me?”

My brain had short-circuited at his dirty mouth, and his face wore a pleased expression that he’d stunned me. When I didn’t answer, he plunged two fingers inside me, eliciting a scream that echoed around the room. “Got an answer for me, Pet?”

“Yes. Yes, I want that.”

“Yes, I want that, what?” he goaded.

“Yes, I want that…Daddy,” I breathed.

And he rewarded me by beginning to caress my clit as his other fingers worked on that special spot inside of me that my monsters found so easily.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, biting down sexily on his lip again, his gaze watching me intently, adjusting to every sound I made so that I was constantly on the edge of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I panted, my voice a high-pitched keen as I fell over the edge.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He withdrew his fingers and covered my core with his mouth. He sucked and licked, his movements messy as his tongue captured every taste of the cream in my folds. His finger slid through the chocolate on my stomach and he spread it around my clit, his tongue following his finger so he was getting every bit of the chocolate as well.

I was holding onto his horns, fucking myself against his face. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his gaze never moving from mine.

It might as well have been my birthday, because this was a true fucking gift. Please streamed from my mouth. Pleas for him to keep going, to never stop, to let me cum again. He swiped the chocolate once more and brought it to the entrance of my sex, his tongue spearing in and beginning to fuck me as he lapped at the chocolate and my juices.

I screamed as tremors flashed through my body, the orgasm so intense that my vision briefly went black. Creed growled in response, yanking his tongue out and standing, his face shiny with my pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl, cumming on your daddy’s tongue like that. Such a good fucking girl.”

I’d lost the ability to speak, and he didn’t seem to mind that as he moved between my legs, bending over me as he sealed his lips over mine. I moaned as I tasted myself, the salty flavor mixed in with bits of cream and chocolate.

Delicious.

He was messy with his kiss, like he wanted my face to be as covered as his. His tongue lapped at my mouth, his teeth grazing my skin as he moved my face exactly where he wanted it.

I was so distracted by his kiss that I wasn’t prepared when he pressed my hips even wider and then pushed into my dripping core.

“Yes,” I huffed out.

He had no interest in slow today. He immediately started rutting into me like he’d been possessed. The fit was so tight. Every time. It was obvious my body was never going to adjust to his two-headed cock.

I was so far stretched beyond my comfort level that it was hard to breathe.

“You have such a tight fucking pussy. Look at it, so pink and perfectly stretched around my cock. I’m so fucking lucky.”

In the back of my mind, I thought about the three other words I wished he would say to me. But as soon as the thought came to my mind, I pushed it away.

Those were three words I was never going to hear from him. It didn’t do any good to wish for them.

Creed was holding me completely still on the bed so that I could do nothing but feel him thrusting into me. My breasts bounced with every push, bits of the cream flicking off with the force.