Page 106 of Monk

Fuck.

Fuck!She was so tight I could barely breathe. Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, hot and wet and perfect, gripping my cock so hard I saw stars. I could feel every inch of her. The way her body stretched to take me, the way her inner walls rippled and pulsed around my shaft, the way she was so fucking wet I could feel it dripping down my balls.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, my entire body shaking with the effort of holding still. “You feel—fuck, Lina, you feel so fucking good.”

She was panting beneath me, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and glassy.

“You okay?” I asked, my voice strained.

She nodded, her hands sliding up my arms to grip my shoulders.

“Move,” she whispered. “Please move.”

I didn’t give her time to adjust. Didn’t give her time to breathe. I pulled out almost all the way, feeling every inch of herclinging to me, trying to pull me back in, and then slammed back home.

She cried out, her back arching, her breasts pressing against my chest as I set a brutal, punishing rhythm, my hips snapping forward again and again, driving into her with everything I had.

The bed shook beneath us. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect.

“This is what you need,” I growled, my voice rough and raw. “This is what you’ve been craving. My cock. My claim. Me.”

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

I gripped her hips, angling her so I could go deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. I could feel the sweat beading on my skin, could feel it dripping down my spine, could feel her body slick beneath mine. “You feel that?” I demanded, grinding against her, making sure she felt every thick inch of me. “You feel how deep I am? How perfectly your pussy takes my cock? Like you were made for me. Like this cunt was designed to be mine.”

“Yes! John, please!”

“Please, what, baby? You want more?”

“Yes! Harder!”

I gave her what she wanted as I fucked her harder, faster, deeper, until the bed was shaking and the headboard was slamming against the wall and she was crying out with every thrust. Her moans turned to cries, her nails raking down my back, leaving marks I’d wear with pride. I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling tighter and tighter.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Play with your clit while I fuck you. Make yourself come on my cock.”

Her hand slid between us, her fingers finding her clit and circling it frantically. The sight of her touching herself while I fucked her, while my cock disappeared into her tight pussy againand again, nearly made me lose it. “That’s it,” I groaned, feeling her pussy clench around me. “That’s my good girl. Make yourself come. Show me how much you love having my cock inside you.”

“John, I’m—I’m?—”

“Come for me, Carolina,” I demanded, slamming into her harder. “Come for menow.”

She shattered. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise, so tight I could barely move. She screamed my name, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The sensation was too much. The way she was gripping me, milking me, her body pulsing around my cock.

I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and came hard. My release tore through me like a freight train, my entire body shaking as I emptied myself inside her. I could feel it, hot and thick as my dick pulsed. My cum filling her, marking her as mine from the inside out. I buried my face in her neck, my hips jerking as I emptied myself inside her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. “Mine,” I growled against her skin. “All fucking mine.”

When the aftershocks finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress. We were both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips where they pressed against her throat. Could smell the scent of sex and sweat and her perfume mixing in the air. Could feel my cock still buried inside her, still half-hard, her body still clenching around me in little aftershocks.

I lifted my head and looked down at her.

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her face flushed and beautiful. Her hair was a wild mess spread across the pillow. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. Her skin was marked with my teeth and my hands.

She was perfect.

“Open your eyes,” I said softly.

She did, her gaze meeting mine. Green and soft and full of something that made my chest tight.

“I love you,” I said, my voice rough. “And no matter what happens, no matter what Roberts does, no matter what threats are coming, you’re my constant. You’re my anchor. You’re mine.”