Page 26 of Monster Diner

“I wanted to fuck you the other night. And I’ve regretted not doing it ever since,” he said, holding both her hands in his single massive one. With his other, he traced down her face, her neck, then cupped her breast, finding her nipple beneath the fabric and pinching it between his fingers. She arched her back, needing more of the sensation.

“I think if I don’t fuck you, I might lose my mind,” he said.

“Let’s fuck.”

“Brayden is home,” he said.

“It doesn’t have to be in a bed. Let’s fuck here in the walk-in, get it out of our system.” She writhed against him, desperate for contact, but he kept her pinned in place, at his mercy. All her common sense and reasoning abilities were gone. She’d never been one to have sex in public, but the thought excited her, and she was soaked through. If he denied her now, she might crawl into a hole and die.

He let her go, and her arms fell to her sides as she braced for the rejection. Then he slammed the walk-in door shut and shoved a few boxes in front of it for good measure. Victor strode towards her, then grasped her face and kissed her until she was breathless. When they broke apart, she was trembling as his hands glided down over her belly, yanked up the hem of her dress, and spread her thighs to access her wet heat.

With his thumb, he pushed aside her soaked panties and swiped a digit across her clit, and she bucked against him.

“So wet,” he murmured against her neck as he nibbled at her collarbone and then down to the tops of her breasts. He rubbed her in slow circles, building the pressure, as she writhed against his hand, muffling her moans by kissing his neck, his chest, any part of his skin she could reach.

When his hand slid from between her legs, she let out a pathetic whimper. He stepped back and pulled down his pants, revealing his massive teal cock, lined with ridges across the top. She reached for it, eyes wide as her hand glided over it and felt the faint vibration of his cock.

“Your dick vibrates?”

“That’s not all.” He smirked and grasped her by the waist, hoisting her into the air as if she weighed nothing at all. He flipped her over to lean against the shelves. He spread her thighs and pushed up her dress to her midriff, she shivered as the cold air hit her bare skin, and he paused a moment to slide her arms into the jacket he’d draped over her shoulders previously, before pressing his vibrating dick against her slick folds through her panties. He glided it up and down, letting slow vibrations pulse through the fabric. She instinctively backed up against him, seeking more of the sensation, desperate to be filled, but he held her still with a hand on her waist.

“Are you that impatient?” he scolded and squeezed her ass cheek.

“Very,” she gasped.

Victor chuckled, but seemed in no mind to hurry as he peeled her underwear off achingly slow. She was wriggling beneath him, pressing him, desperate for contact. But he kept up the exquisite torture, running the vibrating head of his cock against her clit, sliding up and down against her opening. It felt like a vibrator, but a thousand times better. She was a squirming, desperate mess by the time he thrust into her.

And when he did, each and every ridge of his engineered dick dragged against her inner walls. She gasped as his cock twitched and flicked upward with a steady thump against her G-spot. She moaned loudly, and he reached around to cover her mouth with his hand.

“If you want me to fuck you proper, you’re going to have to be quiet or else the whole diner will hear,” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded against his hand as he thrust into her, each glide of his dick bringing overwhelming sensation. Almost too much to handle. Thank goddess for his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams, because she was nearly out of her mind with ecstasy, babbling nonsense as he brought her closer to the edge.

“You’re doing great,” he murmured. “This dick was made for you, Lizzy.”

It was enough to send her over the edge. She came violently, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her a trembling, weak mess slumped boneless against the shelves. Victor came after her with a shuddering grunt. And they remained like that a moment, both of them panting for breath. The only thing keeping her standing was his dick inside her. But when he slid out, her knees gave with it, and she was saved from hitting the ground by his arm around her waist. He held her close against his chest.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been fucked to the point my legs gave out.”

“This is my bare minimum.” He chuckled.

If she wasn’t so tired, she might have asked him to prove it. But they were getting it out of their systems. One great fuck, and that was it. “I also don’t know if I can stand.”

She attempted to as she ungraciously put her panties back on and straightened her skirt, but her legs wobbled as she tried, and she nearly tipped over again. Rather than let her fall, Victor scooped her into his arms.

“Let me bring you back to the house.”

“I can walk.”

“But I don’t want to let you,” he said.

She should argue or fight. This wasn’t the sort of thing your one-night—one time in a walk-in—fuck did. But she let him carry her through the diner’s back door and into the house. They managed to avoid Brayden, and Victor brought her to the primary bedroom, where he tucked her into bed. She hated to admit it, but she could get used to this.

12

LIZZY

Lizzy couldn’t remember a time in her life when she’d felt better rested. She woke up on a cloud. Her mind was clear, and she was so calm and, honestly, well-fucked. Her muscles were deliciously liquid as she stretched in the bed, rolling around and wishing she’d had the forethought to ask him to stay last night. The only thing that could have made this morning better would have been a postcoital cuddle. Judging by the sun in the sky, it was well past noon.