Page 341 of Bride of Choice

“This kiss?” he rumbled out softly.

“Yeah. It’s one kind of kiss.”

His furry brows shot upward. “More kisses kinds?”

“Yeah.” Licking my lips, relishing the taste of him on me, I had to pause for a minute to collect myself to explain. “There are deeper kisses, some with tongue, and some… on other parts of the body-”

Grabbing me up, he announced, “Kiss deep, tongues,” and smashed his mouth to mine.

With a laugh, I wove my arms around his neck and tilted my head to deepen our kiss. A growl tore from his throat as he parted his lips and my tongue dipped inside his mouth to brush along his.

He was so cute, adorably curious, eager to learn more, it was as sexy as it was endearing.

Two hands grabbed my ass and squeezed the rounded globes. Automatically lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his waist. A second set of hands gripped my thighs as if to hold me there.

Stumbling towards the wall, trying to watch where he was going through the corner of his eye as he held our kiss had me forcing back the laugh about to leave me. I highly doubted he’d take kindly to hearing I thought he was being too frickin’ cute for words.

Pushing me up against the wall, one of his upper hands buried in my hair, holding me in place as his tongue darted out to tangle with mine. It was sloppy and untried but I was smitten all the same.

The happy rumbling growl he let out told me he very much enjoyed kissing.

My fingers tightened in his fur, eliciting a groan from him.

“Miss- Want,” he growled out as he broke our kiss long enough to catch his breath and then dove right back in.

“I want you, too,” I told him. My thighs gave him a little squeeze and he pressed me harder into the wall.

Dragging my legs up higher, until they were hanging over his second set of forearms, he held me open to him.

Glancing down as he widened his stance, I watched as his tail, the tip hairless and thick, slipped between his legs, then up the back of my thigh. With unerring precision, it slid through my folds, slicking itself up on the juices it found there. When it was glistening with lubrication and I was all but squirming to get that bit of something inside of me, it brushed my folds, careful to pay special attention to my clit one last time, before he notched his tail tip at my entrance and rammed home.

My nails dug into his shoulders and I cried out. His lips crashed down on mine, eating up the sound, then his tongue took full advantage. My cries of ecstasy were swallowed up by hungry, rumble against my mouth kisses.

His hips canted as his tail took me to the edge, teasing me as I teetered on the brink. I was so damn close. Almost there.

“Mine,” he growled against my mouth as his tail drew back, withdrew completely, and then his groin pressed wetly to mine. One moment I felt the lips of the seam I’d spied on his person one eye opening morning as he’d led me to the bathroom and then relieved himself right after me, right there in front of me, and then that unholy equipment he was housing shot free, slamming into my quivering sheath with precision and speed.

A howl tore from his throat, and then his prehensile friend was pulsating deep inside of me, swelling and working its way deeper, until we were good and stuck together and I was a mewling, panting hot mess of ecstasy.

Gasping for breath, digging my nails into his biceps as they raked down his shoulders in a way I was sure was bound to leave a mark, I eyeballed the deep blue whale dick my man was packing. He’d been sporting a bulge for days, pouching the front of his groin, and not one move was made. Any attempts to find out more about him were met with an odd evasiveness that had me holding back. I couldn’t help but feel held off, like he was trying to gently reject me.

Was this a situation like Tor, where he was hiding something, or in this case maybe his whole-assed self? He lived in a cave in the woods away from everyone but for this Dace he’d stumbled across and adopted as his roommate.

It was so unlike me not to just put it out there, all cards on the table.

In some ways, I had to acknowledge I wasn’t the same person who’d come loudmouthing their way onto the scene.

I wasn’t that old Joanie anymore and probably hadn’t been for quite some time now.

I supposed, in some ways, I’d sort of… grown.

I liked Buu. I understood that there were going to be misunderstandings between us, probably a lot.

Yes, he’d met and befriended a human and they’d taught him basic English, but everything else between us, I was painfully aware, in a lot of ways was still super foreign for both of us.

Buu panted above me, lifting his head to buss my forehead with his. His legs shook with the force of his release as he continued to empty inside of me and our bodies carried on our dalliance without any further input from either of us. Words spilled from his lips, similar to the Lo denaii speak, if more guttural. I had no clue as to what he was saying but it all sounded rough, hungry, and strangely sweet.

He could be talking about his favorite fucking fruit for all that I knew, but I was going to pretend it was just the right things to say because that’s what I god damned needed right now.

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