Page 12 of Hooves & HeartStrings

“Fuck, you’re big,” I gasp and he laughs, the sound going straight to my pussy.

“I told you the bottom half is centaur, that includes my dick.” He inserts two fingers in my tight channel and pumps them in and out slowly.

I wrap my hand around his cock the best I can and pump up and down on his shaft. When I get to the tip, I swirl my hand around his mushroom head, collecting the pre-cum pooled there, and run my hand back down as far as I can reach. I think I’m only jacking off half his dick, but in this position, I can’t reach his balls.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he groans, picking up the pace, fucking me with his fingers harder. He’s stroking my inner walls and I know I’m going to cum, but I want more, I need more.

“More,” I whine.

“Not tonight, baby. I’d love to bury this huge cock inside you, but we have to work up to you taking my horse cock. Cum on my fingers, Marley. I want you soaking my fingers, dripping down my wrist, you hear me?” he commands.

That’s all it takes. His gruff words and the curl of his fingers against my g-spot and I come undone. Riding his hand as he kisses me, swallowing my cries of ecstasy.

He grunts and stills, and I feel his massive dick spasming in my hand, but I continue to stroke him. His warm cum coats my hand, and I pull my hand from his shorts, looking at the white cream he just gave me. Putting my palm to my mouth, I lick from wrist to fingertip, taking his cum into my mouth and humming at the taste.

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, watching me. I can see the lust blazing in his eyes.

“You taste delicious,” I purr seductively, licking my swollen lips.

“Two can play that game,” he teases, pulling his hand from under my skirt and sucking the two fingers that were in my pussy into his mouth. A hum leaves him as he stares into my eyes. “If I wasn’t worried I’d hurt you, I’d fuck you into this mattress, Marley.”

“I think I’d like that,” I tell him with a wicked smile on my face.

“Lucius! I’m home! Are you here?” his uncle’s voice rings out from the front of the house.

“Until next time, baby,” he whispers, kissing me again before getting off the bed and leaving the room to clean up.

seven

Things with Marley are going great. We’ve hung out a few more times since the beach incident. We haven’t hung out with her friends again, and I'm kind of glad. Not that her friend, Stacy, isn’t nice and all. I’m just not too sure about the rest of them.

I like having Marley to myself. When it’s just the two of us, I feel like I can be more open, more myself. The only other people who make me feel that way are my friends.

Getting along and connecting with Marley is a big deal for me. I want to tell her tonight that she's my mate. But I’m terrified that she’s going to get freaked out and leave. I know we’ve only known each other for two weeks, but something that humans don’t understand is how powerful a mate bond is.

But before I do anything, I need to talk to my dad. I’m dreading this conversation, but the past few times Marley and I have hung out, things have gotten intense. And as much as I enjoy feasting on her perfect pussy or having her wrap her sinful lips around my cock, I want more. The need to be inside her, to watch her fall apart for me, is overwhelming.

What's keeping me from taking that next step is the fact that she’s so tiny. The idea of hurting her, of causing her pain, makes me sick. I don’t want my first time to be tainted with the memory of hurting my partner.

The only person I know I can talk to who has a human mate is my dad. God, this is so messed up. I’m going to try not to think about the fact that I’m about to ask my dad how he has sex with my mom without hurting her. I shiver in disgust just thinking about it.

“Hello?” my dad’s deep voice answers the phone call.

“Hey, Dad,” I say, wishing it was easier to talk to him like it is with my mom. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Work’s good. I should be asking how you are. Your mother told me you found your mate. That's wonderful!” He genuinely sounds happy for me and that settles my nerves a little.

“Thank you.” I smile to myself as I think of my mate. “Marley, she’s … she’s amazing.”

“I’m sure she is.”

“So, the reason I’m calling,” I say, scratching the back of my head. God, kill me now. “I wanted to ask you about something. See, she’s human and small. I’m bigger. In a lot of ways.”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “I’d assume so.”

I groan, running a hand down my face, my ears twitching. “Things between us have progressed. But, we haven’t gone… you know, like all the way.”

“Sex, boy. You can call it what it is. You haven’t had sex.” He sounds way too amused with this. It’s like he was expecting this phone call.

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