A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor (Tempting Monsters 1) - Page 56

A Finale

“Christ, yes!" I snapped back.

The audience hissed and laughed, but Mr. Tanner grunted, clapping a hand against my ass. I yelped and then wiggled in his grip, searching for his cock.

"Behave," he growled, but I knew he was pleased with me when two massive fingers plunged in and began to fuck me eagerly.

I moaned, head rolling, eyes on the audience watching me. Seeing him. My weak hands wrapped around the edge of the seat I was spread sideways over, back arching my hips up for his taking, and the growl softened into a purr.

"Good girl," he said, pulling his fingers free. He didn't tease me, and he didn't teach the audience, just nestled the thick and seeping head of his cock against my cunt and began to nudge.

The last time Mr. Tanner fucked me, he'd already been inside me as he shifted, forcing my body to stretch to accommodate him as he grew. Now, he had to coax me to open for him. I released my breath as I had before being shocked and reached one hand back to help spread myself for him, earning me a grumble of approval.

"Ah, fuck yes!" I gasped as his fat cockhead forced its way in, filling and nestling, the burn of the stretch echoing up to my core. I was plenty wet though, and with a few nudges, he was sinking deeper, the burn softening to a pleasurable point of pressure. "Oh yes, sir! Please, please, more!" I cried out.

The audience was stirring, watching my beast of a man take me, hearing me beg for it. They wanted a girl like me. A girl who would whine and plead in earnest, who would come and ask for more.

Mr. Tanner rocked gently, teaching my body to take his incredible girth and depth, until he was fully seated, balls nestling against my hips.

"I want to see you," I whined.

His movement stuttered as he pulled out, hands pinching on my hips, fingers no doubt accidentally marking me with a bruise for tomorrow.

"Please, sir. Please, I want to touch you. Kiss you."

Someone in the audience moaned. I rocked on the cock filling me, rising to my elbows and fucking myself onto the mass of my lovely wonderful monster.

"I missed you," I whispered. "Let me see you, sir."

"Fuck me," Mr. Tanner growled.

I pressed my lips together, brow furrowing, and put all my focus into riding the incredible cock inside of me. I was so wet from the events of the night that it made the movements easier, although Mr. Tanner was close to stuffing me and there was more friction than with my other men. I loved it. I loved my time with each of them, but there was something now that I wanted badly from Mr. Tanner.

They want to be fucked well and accepted. I want to do it, I thought, gasping with the effort, palms splayed below me as my hips rode and twisted and rocked on Mr. Tanner's length, his cock pounding in my cunt, filling me to the brink, arousal leaking slowly out with every thrust.

"Please," I begged again. "Please, let me touch you."

Mr. Tanner snarled behind me, hands tightening and holding me still. I thought he might spank me again. Briefly, I worried I'd actually angered him and he would stop altogether.

He yanked himself out of me, and I sobbed with the loss before going breathless as I was torn up from the table and tossed around.

Electric green eyes glared back at me, my body held to a massive broad chest, coarse with copper curls.

"I'm not your gentleman, little girl," Mr. Tanner sneered up at me.

My eyes were wide, lips parted. Mr. Tanner, with his harsh, almost animal features—squared and overly large, brutish, grimacing teeth peeking up from behind his pronounced bottom lip—flinched as my gaze swept back and forth. His muscles were over made, too large, too cut, bones too pronounced. To say he wasn't ugly would've been a lie. It didn't stop me from wanting to look, and it wasn't horror or pity running through me. It was a soft familiarity, for all I'd never gotten to look at the man in front of me. My monster.

I leaned in, and Mr. Tanner's arms around me tightened as the whole theater seemed to hold its breath. I kept my eyes on his, even as they crossed, and nibbled on his lower lip, suckling on it, waiting for his grimace to ease. He rumbled, hold softening, and parted his mouth for my kiss. I growled, taking his face in my hands, plunging my tongue into his mouth, finding a depth of flavor that was earthy and dark and addictive.

Mr. Tanner's growl answered my own, his tongue overtaking mine, swirling around, drawing me deeper, not a battle but a quick and thorough domination. There was no question of who would master the other in a fight, and I moaned, sinking drowsily into the embrace, letting him feast from the kiss.

My back landed back on wood, Mr. Tanner's weight lowering to cover me, and I paused him with a tug on his earlobe. I tore away from the kiss, gasping for breath, and called out brightly so the room could hear.

"No. I want you on the floor. I want to fuck my monster."

There was a gasp from beyond us, and Mr. Tanner's grin was feral and crooked, but he lifted us and tossed the seat to the far side of the stage with one sweep of his massive, bulky arm. He managed us easily, spinning me and then lowering himself to the floor with me held above him.

The spotlight was on him fully now, the light turning his hair to pretty shades of flame, highlighting the exaggerated hollows and rises of his form, his pure size. Including the cock I'd just been riding.

Christ. If I'd seen it before, I never would've believed we'd managed the act. It was pulsing and dark, weeping with white fluid, the tears of arousal running down into the curls at the base. I swept one up on a finger and looked down at the open gaze of Mr. Tanner, his heavy brows unable to shadow the glow of his stare, and watched that delicious long tongue flick out over his own mouth as I sucked him from my finger.

"Ride me, little one," he said, and there was the faintest hint of a plea in the words.

"Gladly," I said brightly, positioning myself over his cock and working him back into me with a steady bounce. We both moaned as he filled me again, and I kept up my fucking, reaching back to find leverage with my palms on his raised knees.

Our skin slapped wetly, the sound echoing around the stage, and there was a chorus from the dark audience, others enjoying the same pleasure we took with each other.

"You are mine," I breathed to Mr. Tanner, smiling as his breaths began to pant. "This cock is mine," I said a little louder, a whine rising in my tone. "Oh God, it feels so good, sir. You make me feel so good."

Mr. Tanner groaned, and the sound echoed in my cunt, his hands wrapping around my waist and making me bounce harder, faster.

"Yes, sir! Yes, just like that. Use me, sir, I'm yours!"

Growls were rising from the seats, my voice bouncing with a lusty shout at every impact of our bodies together. I pushed forward then, my hands pressing to Mr. Tanner's broad chest, leaning down briefly to bite his throat. He bellowed and began to buck into me, and I threw my head back to shout my praise.

"Yes! Fuck, yes. Oh God, you're so big. Fuck me, sir. I love your fat cock!"

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