Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
With a strange monster at her back, kneeling behind her with all four of his cocks buried deep as he pumped madly into her, Skylar was trapped.
Her hands shook as she held her phone up while on her elbows, struggling to text as Mr Tentacles ravaged her holes.
Her eyelids fluttered when he kept hitting the exact right spot to make her scratch at the ground, and she put down her phone long enough to cry pitifully with her face against the hard floorboards.
“Please. Please just wait,” she begged when the next wave of her impending orgasm washed over her.
A few more thrusts, and she’d be milking him again.
He let out a soft growl in response and used a limb to help her hold up her phone while refusing to stop. Then he went faster, and her eyes nearly fucking crossed.
“Oh gods. Fuck it.”
In her blurred vision, she found the speech-to-text button and hit it.
“Can you work tomorrow with Hayden?” she asked Kaylee, barely able to read the words forming across the text bar.
She hit send.
K: Are you okay? Do I need to call 000?
No, she thought, as she bounced back and forth on her knees with her chest rubbing against the hard ground. The only thing softening the movements was the limbs refusing to stop playing with her nipples, pinching and sucking them to the point of agony.
She hit the speech-to-text button again.
“Not funny,” she answered.
Or was it true? Did Skylar need Kaylee to call an ambulance because it was likely she’d need a fucking wheelchair tomorrow? She almost whimpered when his limb sucked hard on her clit as he tilted his hips to hit different spots inside her.
“Just not feeling well. Need tomorrow off,” she dictated in a rush.
Thank goodness it was only a little past midnight and Kaylee had, for once, been awake.
K: No surprise there.
K: If you would stop overworking yourself, you probably wouldn’t be feeling like shit.
Skylar struggled to type the word “please.”
She didn’t know if she hit send when her orgasm rammed into her, and she squeezed the phone so hard she feared she’d crack the screen further. For a few fleeting moments, her mind and sight blacked out as she came, her drenched pussy squeezing, clenching, and sucking his cocks as bliss rocked her.
Her phone was stolen from her by large fingers, and Mr Tentacles softened his thrusts as if distracted. It allowed her to settle back down gently as her hot, swollen insides pulsed around his plunging cocks.
She mindlessly grabbed her phone when it was given back to her, and three dots wiggled as Kaylee responded to... him.
He texted for me?
She read the messages she hadn’t sent.
S: I’d really appreciate it if you helped me out.
S: Currently on the floor, completely out of it.
Her lips parted in disbelief, just as a hand wrapped under her jaw and lifted her head. He nuzzled her cheek, then two of his limbs began to type for her, but her attention was snagged by Kaylee’s response messages appearing.
K: Of course I’ll help. I’ll be there at 8 a.m. sharp to open up for Hayden.
K: Feel better soon.
Skylar’s gaze dipped to the message Mr Tentacles had written, and once more she gaped at her phone.
Unsent message: Stop ignoring me as I fuck your cute little holes.
A growl rumbled from his throat as he shoved her phone out of reach. His hold on her jaw tightened, and he rubbed his face against her, just as his hips shoved in harder and deeper, almost like a punishment.
Her mouth gaped as harsh breaths shunted out of her from each rough ram.
Then he let go to grab both her hands and pull them behind her until her back arched and her hips tilted towards him.
His thrusts became shallower as they sped up, and the cries that left her were loud and constant as he fucked into her.
There was so much pressure inside that he kept hitting her sweetest spot, and the new position ensured she could do nothing more than cry out.
My neighbours are going to call the police at this rate.
She could almost see the headline: “Concerned neighbours call police for a welfare check on a screaming woman, only to find her being railed by a monster.”
She was eternally grateful when he shoved a tendril into her mouth to force her to suck on it, muffling the sounds of her lust.
Crisis averted... unless she was actually fucked to death this time.
She might die happy, though, so it wasn’t really an issue.