Page 22 of Bonded to The Boo Hag

Why is that so fucking sexy?

He kissed my chin, then captured my lips, the kiss long and tasting of my arousal.

He drew back. “That was the hottest––”

I didn’t let him finish. “Oh, pet,” I purred, pushing him back onto the couch in the opposite direction. “Don’t talk like that was it. If you’ll let me, I’d like to return the favor.”

“You don’t have to—” he began.

“Did you enjoy pleasuring me?” I asked, slinking up his body and straddling his waist.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

My heart beat a little faster. “I’m glad. So why deny me the same pleasure?”

He thought about that for a bit, and I waited patiently, prepared to get dressed if that was what he preferred.

“I’m… big,” he stated, and I quirked my head to the side, wondering where he was going with that.

“I’ve never had— never come in someone’s mouth before. My last few girlfriends said I was too big, and we always…” He trailed off.

“Can I try?” I asked, fairly confident I could give him the experience he lacked. I’ve given a minotaur fellatio; now that had been a challenge.

He nodded, and I raised my brows.

“Yes, you can try,” he agreed.

I reached back and gave his dick a squeeze before rising up so he could take off his clothes.

He stood and took off his sweats, revealing a pair of blue boxer briefs.

“May I?” I asked, gently running a finger under the band.

“Yes,” he whispered before kissing me. I shimmied his shorts down until they fell of their own accord. We stood there kissing while he stepped out of his boxers. I loved the feeling of us, skin-to-skin.

Well, almost skin-to-skin. I pushed that thought away and focused on making this experience good for him. “Why don’t you sit?” I suggested, giving him a light push. He fell onto the couch, smirking, his thick cock slapping his abs.

I licked my lips. Grabbing a pillow for comfort, I tossed it to the floor and sank down on my knees. I massaged his balls with one hand while stroking up his shaft with the other. “Is there anything I need to be aware of? Dislikes?”

“No.” His hands flexed on the couch cushions as I stroked his length.

"Excellent,” I praised, licking and sucking on the mushroom-shaped tip. He was thick, thicker than most of the human men I’d had, and long, but not an impossible length. I wrapped my lips around his cock, making sure to make a bit of a mess going down, and he groaned as his hands flew into my hair. Gods, I loved it when partners pulled my hair during oral. I took him all the way down, my nose just a breath away from touching his pelvis, before hollowing my cheeks on the way up. Gatlin hissed, and I hummed around his cock as I really got to work. Squeezing his balls and going down on him, I felt his tip get closer and closer to the back of my throat.

I went down one more time before releasing his penis with a pop. “Gatlin, I want you to fuck my mouth,” I told him, mouthing his dick and giving him time to think.

He pulled on my hair just enough that I moaned and looked up at him, letting him see my naked desire. He searched my eyes for a long minute before uttering an affirmative.

I opened my mouth wide, taking his tip all the way to the back of my tongue and then swallowing him down, feeling his head touch the back of my throat. He lost control then, snapping his hips and thrusting up into my mouth. He went feral, thrust after thrust, pulling on my hair in a way that made me gush, my thighs becoming slick with arousal. He used me, and I loved every second of it, the bite of the pain and being the singular object of his pleasure.

“Oh fuucccck, I’m coming, baby,” he ground out before he thrust deeply down my throat, yelling as his cock kicked in my mouth as he came. I drank him down; his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he orgasmed down my throat.

I wasn’t prepared for him to pull me up and to his chest, kissing me savagely while his fingers flew down to my clit. A few perfectly pressured swirls and a surprising pinch later, I came. He kissed me through my orgasm, and we continued kissing deeply until I felt boneless and sexually sated in his arms.

“That,” he said, his voice rough with arousal, “was amazing. Thank you.”

I hummed, feeling too tired to move. Gatlin shifted forward, and before I could sort out my limbs so I could stand, he stood with me in his arms. He walked us out of the den, carrying me bridal style.

“Let me take you to bed, to sleep,” he whispered, kissing me gently.

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