Jack (Monster Ever After #1)

by Layla Fae

“Shh,” he said, running his hand down her cheek, calloused fingers caressing her skin. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You called me, witch. I’ve been waiting so long for you to call me.”

How did he taste? This question overcame everything else. She had never cared for the taste of human semen, swallowing her partners’ cum out of obligation rather than pleasure. Would Jack taste different? Before she could think better of it, she leaned closer. Her tongue darted out and caught the drop of Jack’s precum before it fell to the floor. Suzy moaned in pleasure. He tasted like pumpkin spice syrup, only with a sharper tang, more ginger, less sweetness. Its texture was creamy, and it slid down her throat like melted chocolate. Jack’s hiss above her told her he had enjoyed being tasted. She looked up at the flaming pumpkin with a mischievous smile. “You taste like Halloween,” she said. Jack grunted, looking down at her with that same intense focus. His flames slowly turned purplish. With a renewed focus, Suzy returned to studying his cock. Almost as long as her forearm, it was thickest at the base of its head and at its root. Five protruding, horizontal ridges ran around it, circling the shaft at even distances. She bit her lip, thinking how they would feel when he thrust into her. She’d feel every ridge against her opening, pushing inside, and with every inch, he would stretch her wider and wider.

Jack thrust in her open mouth, filling it with the head of his cock, while her palm cupped his sack, heavy with his balls. All four of them. “More balls, more cum,” he said, thrusting slowly into her mouth. “You feel so good, witch.”

When no more cum came out, and Jack’s balls felt slightly lighter in her hand – although still round and full – he slid out of her mouth with a growl. “I’ll fuck you now, witch.”

“Never cover yourself, witch. You are mine to see,” he said, the force of his magic still keeping her hands wide apart. She was immobilized.

“My way is the only way, witch,” he growled, and that growl vibrated through his body, through his cock, and right into her pussy, against her G-spot. Suzy’s arms almost gave out at that point. Oh sweet merciful Goddess, she thought. His cock could vibrate!

“It’s good you took the edge off, witch,” Jack said, his deep rumble teasing her overwhelmed nerve endings. “If you hadn’t, I would have simply fucked you fast and made you bleed. Or dead. And while I wouldn’t say no to fucking a corpse, you please me more alive.” “I’m… glad…” Suzy moaned. Even if she hadn’t been almost speechless with torturous desire, she still wouldn’t have found an appropriate response to that confession.

“No one is allowed to speak badly of you, witch. Not even yourself,” he said, the menacing growl in his voice sending a spark of arousal into Suzy’s lower belly. His treatment of her was much too bossy, but also thrilling.

“You’re a rare kind of woman, Suzy. You don’t settle for the ordinary. Few women hunger for monsters such as myself. Some might enjoy me, but with barely hidden repugnance. Some might give in to me but then hide their faces, ashamed. “But you are brave. You take me as I am, and you don’t hide how brazenly you want me. And this is what I love most about you.” Her breath hitched in her throat. Did he just say… he loved her? Jack seemed to know what she was thinking because he chuckled quietly, still caressing her asshole with smooth circles. “I’ve been watching you for two years, witch. Considering your good qualities… this was inevitable. We, monsters, are suckers for brave women. Now. Let’s get this tight hole ready for my cock.”

“For you, I’m always ready,” he said. “But it will take some time until you’re ready for my cock. A few minutes, and my magical pumpkin lube.”

“Mmm, can you feel what you’re doing to me, witch? How can I let you go now?”

“By the devil, witch,” he growled.

The label read: Organic Pumpkin Spice Syrup. Drink responsibly. May contain demon sperm.