“These perfect breasts were meant to be savoured,” he murmured reverently, kneading the flesh gently, pinching one nipple, then the other. I gasped, my belly dipped, and I couldn’t help but rock myself against his insistent erection as he fondled me.

And then his lips closed around one peak, and I cried out, throwing my head back to give him better access. He sucked that nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing. He strummed the other with his fingers until I was writhing against his shaft, wishing there were no layers of clothing between my aching pussy and the thing that I knew would ruin me with pleasure.

“Even better than I imagined,” he growled against my nipple, then moved to the other, attending to it in the same devouring manner. My pussy pulsed. I was certain my underwear was completely soaked, and still he tasted, nipped and licked and suckled.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to …” I rocked against his dick, my fingers clawing at his abs.

“Do it, Mouse. Take your pleasure.” His head dipped to my nipple again, his hands cupping my butt, grinding me against his length. He growled into my flesh, his teeth grazing the underside of my boob, his hips jerking to give me more pressure on my aching clit.

“Need you … inside me!” I begged, arching back but unable to stop rubbing my pussy against him.

“Not yet,” he muttered. “You wouldn’t be able to take me.”

Oh God, he was better than every filthy monster fantasy I’d ever had, and he wasn’t even in his monster form! I was about to orgasm through layers of clothing from the way he moved me against his big, pulsing shaft.

“Come for me, Jemma. Please!” he grated. His eyes had gone black with lust, and I was overcome. I gripped his neck and kissed him, tangling my tongue with his as heat and aching built in my core, spreading outwards in a deliciously inexorable rush.

I cried out into his mouth as the coiling pleasure sprang free, zooming out along every nerve in my body. My pussy clenched emptily, soaking through my pyjama bottoms as I spasmed helplessly on top of him.

“Yes, that’s a good girl, Mouse,” he rasped, his fingers so tight on my butt I was certain I was going to bruise.

When the pulsing began to subside, I fell limply against his chest. His hands slid from my butt up my back, tugging my sweaty hair away from my cheeks.

“Look at you, all flushed and perfect.”

I managed a lazy grin. “When do I get to return the favour?” I wiggled against his extremely hard shaft, then squeaked. “Holy Hell! I didn’t realise dry humping could leave me this sensitive!”

He chuckled, but his jaw was tight. “I am … you do not need to⁠—”