Page 361 of Bride of Choice

The combination of that warm feeling and the feel-good tingles from massaging my scars was almost too much. I was a melty puddle of horny goo and I wanted- No, I needed him NOW. Like, yesterday.

He was taking too long.

When I began to fight in earnest, he pulled back.

Rolling to face him, panting, breathless, right when I would have climbed atop him and rode him until he yodeled, I froze. He wasn’t fond of women that liked to lead.

Noting my reticence, he shot up into a sitting position and mashed his lips to mine.

“Take. Buu’s Joalee,” he groaned against my lips between kisses. “Take. Buu want Joalee take.”

Taking my hands in his, he brought them to his chest and smoothed them down his torso. “Take,” he whispered against my lips, bringing one of my hands down to the slit housing his prehensile friend to brush my fingers along the seam.

Urging me to follow him back down to the sleeping pelts, he made sure to keep his lips pressed to mine as he urged me to straddle him.

Our groins met, his genital slit as slippery with slick as my pussy. Grinding down against him, I lined up my entrance with the small bump I kept nudging.

“Take,” he panted out, chanting it like a prayer. His hands were everywhere, urging me not to stop.

The harder I ground down on him, the more pronounced that bump nudging me beneath his slit grew, the louder the garbled nonsense he was panting out became.

One of his hands cupped one of my breasts and he brought it to his lips, leaving me free to sit up straighter and ride him as he suckled my breast.

His moans grew louder and louder, turning into chest rumbling growls. Then something finally peeked, the head of his cock. On my next glide upwards, I took that knob ended tip into my body.

Buu’s cock shot out the instant the tip was enveloped in my heat.

Buu bellowed, jerking from the force of it, his grip on my person, all four sets of hands, digging in simultaneously. Releasing my breast, he threw his head back and bellowed.

I kept going.

He thrashed beneath me, gnashing his teeth, entreating me not to stop through gritted teeth.

His cock immediately began to convulse. As I moved, milking his cock, it swelled, until I felt that pinch of pain that told me not to even think about trying to move.

Not wanting it to somehow hurt the baby, I held perfectly still atop him. The excess of his engorged length pressed up against my sex, bulging and convulsing in time with the rest of him. I was leaning forward enough it was pressing against my clit.

My hands tightened where they were digging into his shoulders as my climax washed over me.

Buu’s chest heaved like a bellows. Purple eyes bright, he grinned up at me like a loon. “My Joalee take,” he panted out.

Smirking atop this mountain, I waggled my eyebrows at him. “Yeah, I did, Kehr-bear.”

When our bodies cooled down and we’d cleaned up, he insisted on being the big spoon to my little spoon.

Fiddling with my fingers in his in one hand, he played with my hair with the other. Another hand rubbed my baby bump. His hands were everywhere.

“What think?” he asked.

Glancing over my shoulder at him curiously, I shrugged. “A lot of things, all at once, I guess. What do you mean?”

“What like think?”

“Like… you and the baby, the guys back in the village. Dorothy. Rosa. Mal.” I laughed a little. “Even Doogie.”

His hands stilled. “What think like… them?”

“What do I think about them?” I asked.

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