A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters 3)
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“I’m shocked and speechless. I don’t have a clue what to say.” She released a breath. “Thank you so much. I’ve been wanting to graduate for so long.”
“I know, and now is your chance. All you’ve got to do is put in the hard work.”
“What about Bethany? My job?”
“Robin, I’m going to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about any of those things. Between myself, Anne, and Bear, we’ll get this done.”
“Wow, I have an answer for you.”
“Not now. I don’t want to hear it.”
“When do you want to hear it?”
“When I’m ready and I’ll ask for it.” He kissed her lips, silencing any more questions.
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Robin wasn’t married.
She could marry whomever she wanted.
There was no boundary on her. Nothing holding her back. Apart from Preacher, who didn’t want to know her answer. She kissed him back, feeling an awakening within her body. She wanted his hands, his mouth, his everything all over her. To feel him surround her.
“Take me to bed,” she said.
He lifted her into his arms and he didn’t give anything away about her being too heavy. Preacher carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He placed her on the floor, and she put her hands on his chest, feeling the rush of his heartbeat.
“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?” he asked.
“I imagine it’s the same as what you do to me.” She slid her hand down, reaching between his thighs to cup his dick. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“Are you willing to show me how much you want me?” he asked, his palm rubbing against her pussy.
She gasped as he rubbed. The fabric of her jeans slid over her sensitive pussy. She couldn’t get enough of his touch.
She begged for more and he gave it to her. Nibbling on her lip, she gasped, hungry, desperate, aching, wanting, and needy.
He let go of her pussy and his hands went to her shirt. He wasn’t gentle as he grabbed the edges of her shirt, tugging it open, and the buttons sprang across the room.
She moaned his name as his lips took possession of one nipple. His tongue slid across the peak. Back and forth he flicked and she watched him.
He cupped both of her tits, pressing them together. “I can’t get enough of these fat, juicy tits. So big.”
“Please.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No, don’t ever fucking stop.”
“I like it when you talk dirty.”
“Please.”
“You want me to lick on these sweet tits?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to do a lot more?”