Moth Wanted (Monsters In the Bed #1) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Monsters In the Bed Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“I want to wrap you around my cock until I fill you with my seed. Your pussy takes my cock like it was made for me. The way you gripped me, how you cried out and took me even though it stretched your cunt so tightly, it was glorious. I don’t think there is any way to fuck you out of my system. But I have to have you now.”

He knows how to talk his way into my pants, that’s for damn sure. I have never been with a creature with so much intense desire for me, at least not one with whom I share the same level of attention.

I can’t work out what he wants from me, if he wants anything at all. Right now all he needs is my body and he is going to take it. Two pairs of arms wrap around me and draw me down to that pathetic excuse for a bed. At least I have a mattress at my place, not a thin polystyrene mat on top of a canvas stretcher.

It doesn’t really matter though, not really. When I am in his arms it doesn’t matter where I am, or what is around us. He has a way of becoming the world. His bright red eyes fill my field of vision, and his agile, plentiful hands work at my clothing almost without me noticing. I don’t want to be clothed. I want to be naked. I want to become as he is, an animal, a creature of strangeness and instinct.

When he has stripped me bare, his mouth opens and that wicked, monstrous tongue unfurls around me, wraps about me, finds the little erogenous zones on my neck, right beneath my ear, and then flicks away to tease at the underside of my nipple, then once again down my stomach to brush ever so lightly against my clit. He is playing my body with his tongue, tasting me, teasing me. The feeling is powerful and yet soft.

He makes me come three times before he pushes that monster cock inside me, slowly this time, drawing out the act of penetration, making me feel every strange inch. I lie beneath him, submissive to his dominant desire, absolutely wrapped up in my own sexual need.

Justice is fucking good in bed. He knows when to go slow and when to go hard. He knows how to make a soft little flick of his tongue against my clit so I can take another inch of that fucking huge cock. I am whimpering to myself, feeling that borderline sensation between pleasure and pain. Being with him hurts, but it hurts good.

“You’re mine,” he says, stopping with his cock deep inside me. “This mating means something to me. It is my claim over you. I have drunk the nectar of your need. I have filled you with my seed. You are not a passing fancy. I want you as my mate.”

“I…” I don’t get a chance to respond because he has started to thrust, and every surging stroke of his cock deep inside me chases the thoughts and linguistic capabilities that once accompanied them right out of my head. He is fucking my brains out, using that tongue of his not only to tease my clit, but soaking it in the juices between us. He makes me so fucking wet, something he seems to be doing by design.

He pulls his cock free and turns me over, all four hands gripping me firmly as he lifts my ass up toward him and he proceeds to lick and drink my arousal from the lips of my pussy. I am like a sexual flower to him, a source of sustenance.

“I never know whether to spank you, fuck you, or feed on you,” he purrs against my sex. His tongue has coiled up inside his mouth again and his lips are on my pussy. He uses the coil inside me, penetrating my body, soaking himself in my juices.

“Just fuck me. I’m a good girl,” I moan, desperate for that thick cock to return once more.

“You are no such thing,” he says, slapping my ass. “You make me want to thrash you every time I talk to you, with your sass and your arrogance. You deserve to be put over my knee and spanked long and hard, but I cannot resist this…”

He lowers me back down to his cock and thrusts it up inside me, filling my dripping sex in one dominant thrust. “This cunt of mine,” he growls in my ear. “This tight human hole that I have claimed for my own. You will give it to me when I desire it. You will bare your flesh for me, and I will use you as I see fit.”

Every one of those words is accompanied by a slow, pumping thrust. One of his hands has moved around to cup my pussy from the front. He holds me there and has me grind my clit against his powerful hand as his cock stretches me over and over.


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