Jessa James - Covet

Blushing bright red, I turn around. Before I can get on my hands, though, he stops me.

“No, wait. Take your dress off first. I want to see the tits and pussy that I’ve paid so dearly for.”

Shaking, I pull the soft see-through material up over my head. Monster makes a satisfied sound as soon as the garment hits the bed. When I bend over and plant my elbows on the bed, he moves close, idly grabbing a handful of my ass.

I’m so exposed. I feel like a raw nerve ending, ready to be sparked by anything at all. And it just so happens that Monster is the perfect tinder to the bonfire that my senses could be. He jiggles my ass, his touch awakening something deep inside of me.

Something dark that craves more of his brutal touch. A soft voice that longs for the imprints of his hands on my ass, the faint purple bruises on both of my breasts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he comments. “When I look at you from behind, I can almost forget that you used to be a Carolla. You go from one of my enemies to someone I find quite alluring.”

Is it sick and wrong that, at this moment, I am glad I’m not a Carolla? Right now, I’m just glad to be the girl he chooses to touch. I want to enjoy the feeling, without spending too much time thinking about what it could possibly mean.

He casually runs his hand down between my thighs, nudging them apart. I shiver at his touch. A single finger probes my pussy entrance and finds me damp to the touch.

I don’t mean to lean into his touch, really, I don’t. But I find myself pushing into his touch, longing to feel what I know he can make me feel. I want pressure on my clit. I want his big cock, stretching my pussy until I can’t take any more.

I want these things, and that fact alone makes my face burn with shame. Has he broken me, then? Made me like him?

Monster places a flat palm on my back, pressing down on his fingertips to guide my head down to the mattress. He holds me in place with one hand on my ass cheek, while he runs the fingers of the other hand up and down my pussy seam.

When those same two fingertips slip upward to circle my clit, I can barely hold in a moan. My hands splay out on the comforter cover, gripping it tightly.

God, it’s so good. He is so good, rubbing little figure eights into my most sensitive flesh while he kneads the roundness of my ass.

Then Monster surprises me by moving onto the bed behind me. He stops rubbing my clit and gets down to eye level with my pussy, with makes me tense up. But in the next heartbeat, I feel his hot, slick tongue playing lightly along my pussy.

Whatever reservations I had are immediately abandoned. I just grip the comforter, moaning. “Oh… oh, god .”

I feel him chuckle against my flesh, but he doesn’t stop. And god, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t ever want that.

He brings his hand up to rest on the firmness of my ass again. When his tongue finds my needy clit, I can’t stop the outpouring of sounds that he elicits from me.

“Oh, god… oh, Monster… oh, god!”

What he does next is totally surprising, though. He keeps working my clit, lightly licking and sucking it, driving me totally crazy. And then he licks up… and up…

Monster moves his hand to take the place of his tongue, massaging my clit. Meanwhile, his filthy tongue licks a scorching path up to the delicate balloon-knot that is my asshole.

And I… I’m so ashamed to admit that I like it. Though the sensations are all very new at first, as far as I can tell it’s exactly like the clit… there are a lot of nerve endings, I enjoy having it licked and rubbed, and it makes me cry out when he touches it.

My honest first thought is that him licking my forbidden place is dirty and gross. It doesn’t matter that I like what he’s doing, it should feel… more wrong. Why doesn’t it?

But then as he keeps rubbing my clit and doing these amazing things with his tongue, I can’t help but cream all over, my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I can’t be mad about what he’s doing; I cannot even stop crying out.

“Right there,” I whisper. “Oh, god… don’t stop…”

Monster takes it one step further, pushing the tip of his tongue inside my pucker. I close my eyes and bite my lip, but there is no escaping the fact that I love the delicious slip and slide sensation that his tongue creates.

He withdraws suddenly, leaving me bereft. I open my eyes, glancing behind me. He’s taking his shirt off and unbuckling his belt.

I cast an eye over his intimidating physique, from his incredible abs to his muscular arms. Biting my lip, I squirm when I think about what’s coming next.

“Stay right there, princess,” he orders, starting to take his pants off. “I want to fuck you right where you are.”

As I look on, he unleashes his cock, so that it springs forth. His cock is so long and thick, it almost touches his navel. My mouth waters a little as I look at it.

When did I become so lustful?

A little voice in my head says the second that Monster laid a finger on me. Looking away, I close my eyes.

Enough of those thoughts. I have twenty-three other hours of every day to fill with recriminations and self-doubt. Let me just be in the moment, right now.

My heartbeat speeds up when I feel his weight behind me on the bed. He grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it hard before letting it go.

“Are you ready to get fucked now, princess?” he asks quilt, his voice gone to gravel.

I don’t say anything, holding my breath. He should know that I am without another word from me.

That isn’t good enough, though. He slaps me really hard on the side of my ass. “I asked you a question. Are you ready to get fucked or not?”

Face burning and pressed into the comforter, I’m forced to speak. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, princess?” he asks, rubbing his cock inside my quaking thighs. The silky feel of his molten cock teasing the inside of my thigh, so close to my pussy, drives me wild.

“Yes… yes, sir?” I gasp, guessing at what he wants.

“Good girl,” he purrs. He positions himself at the entrance to my pussy, hissing a little as I grind backward. “Fuck, Fiore.”

He thrusts, filling me halfway with a single stroke. I freeze, temporarily unable to move because I’m just feeling too much. His cock is too thick and too hot inside my throbbing pussy, the slick length already too deep.

And yet, I want more. Need more.

I groan as he withdraws and then thrusts back in, driving all the way home. I can almost feel the tip of his cock in my womb, he’s so deep.

“Fuck, Fiore,” he rumbles. “You’re so tight around my cock.”

He grabs me by the hips, angling me so that he hits deeper with every thrust. I cry out as he fills me to the brim, gripping the coverlet.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Rub your clit. I want to hear you moan.”

Eyes closed, the side of my face pressed into the mattress, I slide my hand up to where our bodies meet. Finding my clit isn’t difficult. The second I circle it with my fingertips I moan, low and long.

Pleasure spirals out from my core like a thousand tiny vines, creeping and grasping. Monster keeps thrusting, setting up a rhythm. I try to match the pulse that I’ve started to feel inside with the pace and rhythm.

I can feel my orgasm building, feel it starting low but climbing to a peak, inevitably ending in an incredible crescendo. Keeping my mouth shut is no longer an option; instead, I let the sensations he and I are generating to take over my whole being.

“Oh, god… oh, GOD…” I groan. “Oh, that feels so fucking good…”

Monster’s hand creeps up the column of my spine, grabbing my hair. He pulls it sharply, creating a strong note of pain. That note blends with everything else I’m feeling, but it also stands out from and lays on top of the other sensations.