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At this point, I’m lost to the hunger. I’ve been celibate for decades, waiting for the right woman. For this woman. My hips drive into the mattress, rolling and bucking, trying to ease the tremendous ache in my cock, but it’s no use. The only remedy for the pain is her juicy cunt.

She shoves my shoulders again with a breathy cry. More frantic this time, and the rational part of my brain takes over again. I pull back, sitting on my haunches and taking my fingers from her sweet heat.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away.” I wince, but her eyes are still shut, a blissed-out expression on her face.

As soon as her flushed chest stops heaving, her lids drift open, and I’m transfixed by the way her pupils overtake the beautiful sea-glass green of her irises. “Holy fuck. I’ve never come like that before.”

Pride swells my chest… and my cock. She really was made for me.

“Do you want to keep going?” I hold my fingers up between us, still covered in the sheen of her arousal. My tongue darts across my bottom lip, eager to clean them, but I have something else in mind. Something I hope she’ll enjoy just as much as me.

Her head swings up and down. A few sweat dampened curls stick to her flushed cheeks. So beautiful.

“Be a good little whore and open your mouth. ”

Maggie whimpers, but her jaw drops open.

My rasped “good girl” has her pupils somehow blowing wider. Oh, she’s definitely enjoying herself.

I plunge my fingers into her waiting mouth and rub them across her tongue so she really gets a taste of herself. “Good, isn’t it?”

Closing her lips, she sucks and moans around my fingers.

“You know what would make it even better?”

Her eyes dart between mine. “Your cum?” she mumbles around her stuffed mouth.

My answering chuckle is ominous. “Are you hungry for my cock, whore?”

Maggie nods, making my fingers slide from her mouth. My hand trails down to collar the side of her neck. Hummingbird wings flutter against my palm, her heart racing under the warm skin.

Rising on my knees, I crowd her against the bed, forcing her head to tip back. “Oh, sweetheart.” There’s the slightest hint of pity in my tone. “Whores have to earn my cock in their throat and my cum in their belly.”

The words pour out, shocking even myself with their possessive grit. This is what she does to me. Maggie brings out the darkness in me. I can only hope she doesn’t back away when she sees the true monster.

“H-how?”

Shit. I’m running on instinct here. As much as I’d love to see my cock bulging in her throat and hear her gag around me, I’ve been dreaming of being inside her for weeks now. “Let’s start with your pretty cunt. See if my cock will fit there. Shall we? ”

“Yes. Please, Viktor.”

Using my grip on her throat, I pull her lips to mine, needing another taste. “You think you can handle me?” I ask between bruising kisses.

Coasting down my body, her hands answer for her, tugging at the tie on my pajama bottoms. An uneasiness settles in my gut at what she’s about to find when she reaches her delicate fingers into my pants and pulls my cock free. Based on the gasp that hits my lips, I don’t think she’s prepared.

Fingers not quite able to wrap around my thick shaft, she strokes me. Her palm skates over…

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

And… five.

“Pierced? You’re fucking pierced!?” A note of panic has her voice rising, and she pulls back.

“Is that a problem?” I arch an eyebrow as I sit back to give her a chance to admire me.

My cock juts out proudly from my groin, standing at attention for her. The five blood-red barbells gleam in the moonlight. A larger hoop, the same color, bisects the tip.

Maggie pinches her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes glued to my cock as I fist it and give a teasing stroke. A bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip, sliding down to coat my fingers. It’s all for her. Every last drop.

“Ummm. No. I’m all for trying new things. Did those hurt?” With a single finger, she pokes at the barbell closest to my balls. They draw up tight, and I groan, needing her hands on me. All over me.

I chuckle and take her hand in mine, guiding her to stroke me. “They didn’t feel good. That’s for sure.” What I leave out is that I wanted the pain. Welcomed it as I stayed celibate, waiting for the perfect woman. Waiting for her .

Admitting that now would make me sound downright insane, and surely have her running from my bed, so I swallow it down, locking it away for another day.

“How do they feel?”

More pre-cum drips from my cock at her question.

Truth is, I haven’t been with anyone—monster or otherwise—since getting pierced, but all my research points to them being pleasurable for both parties involved.

Imagining pushing inside her tight cunt one rung at a time has me threatening to lose my mind. “Why don’t we find out? Together.”

“Yes, please.” Maggie uses her feet to push my pants farther down my legs, all while stroking my cock at a tortuously slow pace. Tease .

Slipping my pants off completely, I brace one forearm next to her head.

Suddenly, the rational part of my brain interrupts. “Shit.”

“What?” Maggie’s eyebrows scrunch together when I sit back, and her hand falls away from my cock.

“I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t exactly planning on having any sex while I was here.” Rubbing a hand over the back of my neck, my cheeks flame as I wince and peer at Maggie.

“Oh. Umm, I’m clean and covered, if that’s what you’re worried about. ”

“You sure?” I lean over her again, braced on one hand.

“I’m a big girl, Viktor. I’m sure.” Smirking, she wraps her arms around my neck and tugs my forehead to hers.

My other hand goes back to my cock, lining the tip up to her entrance. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I shouldn’t be saying things like this. It’s too close to the “feelings” territory we’ve vowed to avoid, but I can’t help it. I don’t want just one night. I want every night for the rest of time.

The little minx slips one hand down to my cock. Her grip tightens, and her legs come up on either side of my hips. “I’m pretty sure I have some idea.” She smiles, laughter evident in her voice. “Just fuck me already.”

So impatient.

“As you wish, sweetheart.” There are too many things to focus on as I press my hips forward, her heat engulfing the tip of my cock. Her eyebrows dip, eyes locked on mine. A soft sigh falls from her parted lips. Her hands go to my back, sharp nails digging into my skin.

My cock is surrounded by her warmth, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.

“More,” she whines, thighs squeezing me.

A dirty idea sparks in my head. “I want you to count for me, whore.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me… Count each piercing as it slides into your wet little pussy.” Without warning, I punch forward, giving her the first rung.

“One!”

Her eyes shut, cheeks flushed red, and I give her the second .

“Two!”

She’s panting now, chest heaving as it brushes against mine. “More?”

Maggie nods, pinning that damn lip between her teeth again. I want that to be my fangs, sinking into her sweet flesh and drinking her down. “More. I can take more.”

“Good girl,” I croon, rolling my hips forward so the third piercing slips into her stretched pussy with a squelch.

“Three,” she gasps.

Leaning down, I hold my weight on both elbows until she’s pressed into the mattress, and bring my mouth to her ear. “You’re doing so well, little whore. Your cunt is taking me beautifully. Ready for the last two?”

She whimpers. “Yes.”

The single word snaps the final thread of my control, and I plow forward until my balls slap against her ass.

“Four. F-Five,” Maggie chants. Her inner walls spasm around my cock, already starting to milk me.

I pull back to meet her eyes, combing my fingers through her hair before cupping her cheek. Her skin is so warm, glowing bright pink from her earlier orgasms. “Holy fuck, I’m in. All the way in, sweetheart. You took it all like such a good girl.”

Her kiss-swollen lips curl into a seductive smile. “Now what, city boy? Are you gonna fuck me like a whore?”

Holy mother of— Does sweet little Maggie Wilcox have a bratty side? Oh, I can’t wait to explore that more. I press my lips to hers, giving her pussy one last moment to adjust to my size. “You’re something else, sweetheart. ”

Then I do as she asked. Sitting up straight, I take a second to admire where our bodies join.

The sensitive skin around her opening is red and soaked with arousal.

Her cunt is stretched wide to take my shaft, which is glistening, too.

Maggie shivers as I run a finger over where we’re connected. “Damn, sweetheart. Such a masterpiece.”

Once I’ve committed this moment to memory—for future use—I slide my hands to her hips, where my fingers dig into her supple flesh.

She squeaks when I lift her lower half off the bed as I rise higher onto my knees.

The first drag of my piercings out of her pussy has both of us groaning. So fucking tight.

There’s no way I’m going to last long if every thrust is this euphoric. The first inklings of my orgasm have already taken root in my balls.

I push that thought aside and let loose.

The inner monster claws at his cage, but I don’t let him out yet.

My hips piston, driving my cock in and out of Maggie at a frantic pace.

Her pleasure-filled cries grow louder with each thrust, and it’s a good thing we’re so far away from the main house or we’d surely wake Lily.

My eyes snap to the nightstand, where Maggie managed to set the baby monitor before we gave in to our sexual desires. Lily is still fast asleep in her bed.

“Stay with me, Viktor.” Maggie’s words have my head snapping back to the goddess in my grip. Her breasts bounce with each punishing snap of my hips, hands braced against the headboard as every thrust inches her up the bed. Pale eyes are glued to me, almost glowing in the moonlight .