Bred by the Centaurs (M/F Monster Gangbang Erotica) by Jessi Bond Page A

system.
    Pressing her fingers against this spot
brought a sharp sensation - not fully unpleasant, but nothing she
desired to repeat. She continued to rub herself slowly, feeling
herself grow hotter and wetter, until her fingers were slick with
musky-smelling juices. On impulse, she brought her fingers up to
her mouth and flicked her tongue out for a taste. It was salty and
sour, but not bad at all.
    A warm sensation was beginning to expand in
her chest. She sighed, closing her eyes, the slickness allowing her
to slide her fingers up and down faster and faster. As she
quickened her pace, she was surprised by the rush of pleasure that
spiked from her core, entirely unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her
mouth had gone dry. She felt desperate, urgently needing a release
that her instincts told her would come if she kept on sliding her
fingers up and down her sopping folds. Her heart was pounding in
her ears. Her whole body tingled.
    Her hand slipped a little from its original
position, sliding against her clitoris once again, and this time
the feeling was electric. Unable to choke back a moan, she focused
her efforts on this spot, feeling her inner muscles clench and
tighten just before an exquisite rush of pleasure took her over,
growing in intensity beyond what she could have thought possible.
Just before it exploded, she had a moment of clarity: so this is
what it’s supposed to feel like.
    She stayed slumped against the vanity for a
while, gently massaging her sore wrist. This was a start, but it
was no substitute for having this kind of experience alongside
Jared. She doubted he’d want to just sit back and watch her
pleasure herself, so at some point she was going to have to try and
teach him how to make her feel this way.
    After a while, she pulled herself to her
feet, washed her hands, and went back to bed.
    Sarah slept fitfully. Sharing a bed with
someone was an entirely new experience - and one that left her
feeling more than little unsettled. She drifted in and out of
consciousness the whole night, and when Jared shook her awake for
their planned sightseeing expedition, she could barely drag herself
out of bed.
    Most of the day went by in a blur, although
she did recall a long stretch of failed attempts to find authentic
spanakopita - and the passing thought that if Jared put half as
much effort into pleasing her in bed as he did into tracking down
spinach pie, their married life would be off to a much better
start.
    She knew it wasn’t really fair, but by the
time they got back to the hotel, she was a ball of
barely-restrained fury. She sat in stony silence as Jared ate his
precious spanakopita, her anger a welcome distraction from the
gnawing doubt that had been plaguing her for…well, if she was going
to be honest with herself, ever since she’d first flipped open that
little black box two years ago.
    When they went to bed, Jared naturally
started nuzzling up to her - they were on their honeymoon, after
all. She had to resist the urge to push him away. Maybe it would be
better this time.
    Yeah, right.
    She tried to focus on the feeling she
remembered from last night. Just the memory of it was enough to
light up a little fire inside of her, heat pooling and growing
between her legs. And the sensation of Jared licking and nibbling
at the sensitive skin on the side of her neck was actually very
nice. She unclenched her fists and made a valiant effort to lose
herself in it.
    It almost seemed to be working. She was
swelling and tingling, and imagining the sensation of his tongue on
her, licking up her wetness, was actually quite tantalizing. But
when he went to strip off her panties, she felt the head of his
cock pressing bluntly against her opening. So he was eager, then.
Oh well. She could wait.
    It was rather a nice feeling, too - though
she didn’t exactly feel “filled up” or “split open” or “stretched”
or any of those other words she’d read in those romance novels that
her mother kept hidden in