Page 5 of Catching His Eye (Monsters of Moonvale)

EMMA

This is the hottest private I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some really fun ones. There’s something about the rumble of Ren’s voice that goes straight to my clit. I bet he could make me come just from moaning against my pussy. He sounds like he’d be really good at eating me out, too.

Damn, maybe it’s been too long since I’ve had any action that wasn’t a toy or my hand, because the thought of this stranger licking my pussy has me aching for it. And when he orders me to show him my tits, I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” the man on the other side of the screen rasps. He sounds worshipful, and fuck if I don’t wish he were here to pay tribute to me with his mouth on my body.

I’ve been turned on before while camming. Hell, most of the time I’m enjoying myself. But I’ve never had my pussy clenching desperately with the need to be filled up by the guy watching me, not just the general want for something inside me.

I bet he’d feel incredible. Ren said his dick was huge, and the more I talk to him, the more I realize he’s far too eager and genuine to brag about his dick size.

Unless it’s all an act.

I hate that the thought pops up, but it’s an important reminder.

I’m letting myself get swept away in the fantasy of some big-dicked, burly sweetheart, when it could all be as fake as my camgirl persona.

Which, dammit, I should really put back into place.

I told Ren I’d be honest with him, but that’s having the strange side-effect of making this seem far too real.

Then again, where’s the harm in that? I’m single. I’m a little lonely, if I’m being completely honest with myself. Would it really be so bad to indulge in the delusion that Ren isn’t a stranger I’ll never meet who is paying me to get off, but someone who actually wants me? Who wants the real me.

“Thank you,” I murmur, goosebumps scattering across my skin as I conjure a mental image of him watching me. “What should I do now?” I lean back against the pillows I have propped against the headboard and spread my thighs wider.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasps. “Is that really for me?” His question is incredulous, but carries a hint of hopefulness that makes my chest squeeze .

“Yes, baby.” I bring a hand between my thighs and press two fingers to my entrance to wet them, then glide them up and around my clit. Sparks of pleasure sizzle through me, and I let out a gasp.

“Gods, I can’t…” Ren groans, sounding almost tortured. “You’re close already, aren’t you? Do you need my cock?”

The bold way he asks, the way he calls the dildo his cock, makes me nod eagerly. “Yes. Please. I need you inside me.” I give my clit a few more circles, but I’m already so turned on that I have to stop before I make myself come.

“Start with your fingers. Three of them. Make room in that tight little pussy for me.” His order is more confident this time, and I fucking love it.

I obey, immediately pressing my fingers inside me.

I’ve practiced and trained with toys frequently enough that it’s not too much of a stretch.

In fact, now that I know Ren wants to see how much I can take, I’m already eager for that dull burn of taking more.

I fuck myself with my fingers, letting out shuddering sighs as I spread them inside me as best I can when they get as deep as I can reach.

My nipples and clit beg for attention, but I focus on doing what Ren asked.

“Shit, you take your fingers so well,” Ren curses, and I can hear the faint noise of skin on skin from his audio over the wet sounds my pussy is making.

My pleasure amplifies knowing that he’s touching himself in tandem with my fingers working inside me.

I hope he’ll fuck his fist at the same pace that I’ll fuck myself with the toy.

Then I can imagine he’s here with me. That he’s the one making me shatter around his massive cock.

Pinning me down, making me take it, growling with that raspy deep voice in my ear…

“God, I’m going to come,” I gasp, only a second before it happens.

It strikes me like lightning on a sunny day—shocking and unexpected, since I don’t usually come from penetration alone.

My eyes squeeze shut and my head falls back as my pussy spasms around my fingers, and I ride out the pleasure with panting breaths.

“Holy shit, did you…?”

Ren’s question pierces through the fog of my orgasm and I quickly look back up at the camera, cheeks heating. I wasn’t paying any attention to how I looked. Normally I like to stare into the camera and make a big show of my orgasm.

I let out a weak giggle. “Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Ren rasps, sounding almost as dazed as I feel in the aftermath of coming.

I give the camera a dirty grin, grabbing the giant dildo beside me on the bed and pumping a generous amount of lube into my palm from the bottle on the nightstand.

“It won’t be for long,” I say, working the lube over the toy to coat the whole girthy thing, stroking it like I would if it were his cock.

My pussy clenches in an aftershock of pleasure, already ready for more. “I need you,” I say, not even needing to pretend to add a little whine to my voice. It comes out sounding desperate naturally.

Ren lets out a breathy chuckle that makes my clit throb. I imagine him fisting his dick with slow, lazy strokes as he watches me play with the toy. “Lie back again. Spread your legs for me and tease yourself with just the tip.”

“Yes,” I breathe, eagerly getting into position and bringing the dildo between my legs.

As the head prods against my entrance, my breath hitches.

God, I forgot how massive this thing is.

I will myself to relax, trailing the head of the toy up and down my labia to tease my clit, then pressing against my entrance to test it, then back up to my clit.

Again and again, until I’m on edge, eager to feel it inside me.

“Put the head inside you.” Ren’s gravelly command is a blessed relief after all the teasing.

“Okay,” I gasp, centering the head of the dildo and pressing it inside me slowly but insistently.

The stretch is immediate, even with the slightly tapered shape, but I don’t let it stop me.

I love the mix of pleasure and pain. I want to feel so full that I might burst. So full that I’ll feel hollow for days after.

When I’ve finally gotten the tip inside me, I sigh, pulsing it in small motions to try to keep working myself open.

“You’re doing so well,” Ren says, his voice a balm to my overheated senses. “Can you… can you take more for me?” His hesitant question mixed with the hoarse roughness of his need threaded into his tone is sexy and sweet.

Shit, I have a crush on him. I mean, I already did, but now it’s solidified. I’m ridiculously into this considerate guy who wants me stretched on a monster cock.

Playing with my clit to help balance my pleasure with the slight burn of the stretch, I open myself with the dildo. It’s hard not to close my eyes so I can forget that it’s me here alone, fucking myself with a toy, and not Ren tunneling himself inside me.

“You’re so big,” I moan, feeling another orgasm building as I pump the cock inside me. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

“You can,” Ren growls, the sound of him fisting his cock getting louder. “You can take more. Stretch that needy cunt open for my cock. Take me as deep as I’ll go.”

His command makes me shiver, as my pleasure begins to spike. Sweat beads on my brow as I push the dildo in until it bottoms out inside me. “F-fuck. You’re inside me,” I whimper, rubbing my clit in frantic circles.

“Gods, you’re perfect. Look at you. Fuck, I’m going to come. ”

“Do it, baby. Come deep inside me. Give it to me,” I pant, feeling my own release approaching rapidly.

Ren’s groan as he comes is so loud it sounds almost thunderous. It tips me over the edge and stars burst being my eyes as I come, the sensation of the cock filling me making it so intense it’s almost painful.

There’s a sound of something being knocked over, followed by a loud curse. “Are you okay?” I ask, pushing myself up to frown at the camera.

“Shit, sorry! I knocked over my water while I was trying to get my shirt off to catch my—uh, before I came,” Ren says sheepishly. “Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” I say, smiling at the reminder of the goofy man on the other end of the video. “Though, I just came so hard I think I may have momentarily seen god.”

There’s no response. “Ren?”

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“I can now. Can you hear me?” I ask, easing the toy out of my pussy with a slight wince, since it feels decidedly less hot to have inside me while doing technical troubleshooting.

“Yes. Damn, way for me to ruin the moment,” he says with a husky chuckle.

“It’s totally fine, it—” Movement on my laptop screen draws my focus. I glance over at it, and immediately do a double-take.

There’s a one-eyed monster in the video feed next to mine in the SpiceCam window.

And no, that’s not a euphemism for a big dick.

A literal giant of a man with a single eye, wiping off the most obscenely enormous cock I’ve ever seen with a t-shirt big enough to be a blanket.

I blink, trying to clear my vision. But when I open my eyes, he’s still there.

“Everything okay?” Ren’s voice comes out as the creature on the video speaks, his forehead scrunching in concern over his eye. His singular eye.

Am I experiencing some kind of post-orgasm hallucination?

“W-what are you?” I ask, moving closer to the laptop in order to get a better look.

“Huh?” Ren cocks his head, and then his eye goes wide. “Fuck!” He scrambles and a moment later the private ends, leaving me staring at the “chat has ended” notification in stunned disbelief.

Did I… Did I just see an actual monster?

Holy shit, monsters are real!

Oh my god. Oh my god. I knew it! Noah is always acting like my interest in magic and paranormal things is ridiculous, but now who’s the ridiculous one? I was right and now I have proof!

Well, not really, since SpiceCam doesn’t let me record the streams. But I know what I saw. I know what happened.

I got off harder than I ever have and it was with an enormous, monster-dicked cyclops .

This is the most amazing night of my life.

Shit, I need to talk to him. I have so many questions!

I hurry to click on his username and bring up his profile to send him a message, but it’s already grayed out.

Fuck. I’m probably never going to see him again. He was already nervous and now that he exposed what he is to me, there’s no way he’ll come back.

Sadness and disappointment far more potent than my shock and excitement take over. I had my shot to connect with someone straight out of my fantasies, and he’s gone.

I was wrong. This is the worst night of my life.