Monster Within Me

The rain hammered against the windows of the secluded cabin, mirroring the frantic pounding in my chest. It had been a long, arduous drive, pushing through the relentless downpour and winding mountain roads, but finally, here I was, standing before the weathered wooden door of this remote retreat. And waiting for me inside was him. The thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, a primal yearning that had been building for weeks. He was everything I’d ever wanted, a powerful, dominant force with a touch that could set my soul ablaze.

The key turned in the lock with a satisfying click, and I pushed the door open, stepping into a dimly lit space filled with the scent of pine and something else, something undeniably masculine and potent. He was waiting for me, leaning against the far wall, his muscular physique a stark silhouette against the shadows. He wore nothing but a worn leather vest, exposing the impressive size of his cock, which seemed to pulse with an almost palpable heat.

“You made it,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. “I’ve been waiting.”

He moved with a languid grace, closing the distance between us. As he reached me, his hand brushed against my waist, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I leaned into his touch, surrendering myself to the intoxicating pull he exerted over me. He guided me to the plush, oversized bed, its dark velvet contrasting sharply with the rustic charm of the cabin. The rain continued its relentless assault, creating a dark and stormy atmosphere that felt perfectly suited to the raw desire that simmered between us.

“Let’s start with something simple,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Something that will get your blood pumping.”

Without hesitation, I agreed. We began with 69, the classic power dynamic playing out in its most intimate form. I took the lead, his massive member claiming dominance as I positioned myself on top. The sensation was exquisite, the friction igniting a fire within me, each thrust a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm my senses. He grunted with pleasure, his muscles tense and coiled beneath my weight. There was no finesse, no subtlety, just raw, unbridled lust.

As I became increasingly aroused, my body slick with sweat, I knew I needed more. “I need this monster inside me,” I gasped, pulling myself away from his cock. My voice was hoarse, laced with desperation.

I shifted to my back, sliding towards the edge of the bed, leaving him standing at the far end, his cock now exposed in all its glory. It was enormous, thick and heavy, radiating an undeniable power. I positioned my legs around his waist, my ankles gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. He reached under my ass, expertly aligning himself with my eager body. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, he slid deep inside, his entrance forceful and demanding.

He started slow, testing my boundaries, each stroke deliberate and controlled. But as he gained momentum, he unleashed his full force, pounding relentlessly against my flesh. It was a brutal, exhilarating sensation, a primal release that left me gasping for air. The world narrowed down to the feeling of his hot, powerful thrusts against my sensitive walls. It was a good pounding, a deep, satisfying rhythm that resonated through my entire being.

My clitoris pulsed with anticipation, begging for attention. I placed my hand down, exploring its sensitive curves, savoring the building pressure. It wasn't long before the first tremors of an orgasm began to ripple through my body. I knew I needed to release this tension, to let go and submit to his dominance.

As I clutched down on him, my body convulsing with pleasure, he pulled back momentarily, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. He was enjoying my pleasure just as much as I was enjoying his. Reaching under my ass again, he repositioned himself, angling for another entry. The change in position sent a surge of pleasure through me, and I let out a loud, guttural moan as I came, my body writhing in ecstatic release.

When I finally released him, he slid gently out of my pussy, his breath hot against my skin. “Turn over,” he commanded, his voice low and insistent.

I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach, my face pressed against the soft velvet of the bed. I felt his weight shift, his head resting against my freshly plowed pussy. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He slid back in, this time holding nothing back.

He held onto my hips, his grip firm and possessive, and began to raze me, pounding me back onto myself with relentless force. The sensation was overwhelming, a complete surrender to his control. I was at his mercy, completely lost in the intensity of the moment. The rain continued to lash against the windows, but inside the cabin, it was just him and me, lost in a world of lust and pleasure.

He grunted with each thrust, his muscles straining against my resistance. There was no denying his power, his dominance. It was a delicious, terrifying sensation, a feeling of being utterly consumed by his desire.

Finally, he pulled out, aiming his cock directly at my asshole. Without hesitation, he came, hot jizz bathing my pucker as it erupted from my body. The sensation was both shocking and intensely pleasurable, a primal release that left me weak and trembling. The fluid spread across my skin, coating my pussy, a testament to his dominance.

As I lay there, gasping for air, he gently brushed his tongue against my asshole, cleaning me, savoring my pleasure. The touch was exquisite, sending shivers down my spine. The rain continued its relentless assault, but inside the cabin, it was only the two of us, lost in a world of raw, unadulterated desire.

And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. He slid out of my pussy, leaving me breathless and spent. He stood there for a moment, watching me with a satisfied expression on his face, before turning to leave.

As he closed the door behind him, the rain finally began to subside, and a sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds, illuminating the cabin. I lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, the memory of the night etched into my mind, a reminder of the intense pleasure and power I had experienced. The experience had changed me, awakened something primal within me that I never knew existed. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that I would never be the same again.

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