Page 82 of Sohut's Protection

“Please.” It was a plea that drifted away with the wind as her eyes rolled back into her head with that first touch of warmth and wetness.

Sohut flattened his tongue over her center, the tip landing right at her entrance and the feel of it made Cleo moan.

That one move alone almost brought her to climax and she had to squeeze her eyes shut tight to ride through the surge of emotion that ran through her.

With a deft upward movement, his tongue flicked over her, driving between her lips and over her clit in a wet slurp as he tasted her.

This time, a moan rumbled through him as he buried his tongue between her lips again, swirling it as he sought her entrance.

“Sohut,” she called his name but she doubted he heard her over his own moans of pleasure. And when she felt the thick, slick tongue enter her, her cunt pulsed, an orgasm rocking through her that had her gripping the vines beneath her even as he circled her waist with his arms, holding her steady.

Her legs felt like jelly and her pussy felt like it was leaking honey.

Shudders made her body shake in the quake of the orgasm as she bit down hard on her lip.

Dots were before her eyes as she came to and when she cast her gaze to him, there was a devilish smile on his face.

His lips were wet with her juices and his eyes twinkled with pleasure.

“Mm,” he whispered against her clit before he buried his face into her mat of hair, nuzzling her pussy before he darted his tongue inside her once more.

With a scream that surely sent the animals around them scampering away, Cleo arched her hips toward his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his tongue.

It felt as if he was a champion papaya eater and she was the frickin’ papaya. His tongue swirled and flicked, sucked and dipped, and by the time she reached her second peak, her entire body was shaking with tremors of pleasure so much she wondered if he’d fucked her into Parkinson’s.

As he lowered her hips and settled her legs around him, Cleo let out a strangled cry.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to touch you too.”

Sohut’s throat moved, his green gaze boring into hers.

“Clee-yo,” he said, “I don’t think I’d be able to last if I feel your hands on me.” He leaned down, his mouth closing over hers.

She could taste herself on his lips and fuck her if that didn’t make a new wave of honey drip between her legs.

“I want to be inside you when I reach my peak,” Sohut growled low, his lips moving to her ear. “I want to phek you.”

Cleo gasped as she felt his tip line up with her entrance.

She knew he was big. She couldn’t stop staring at it when he’d stripped before jumping into the water with her earlier.

Now, anticipation gripped her as she gripped him, her fingers pressing into his back as she steeled herself for his entry.

Sohut pressed his nose against hers and his green gaze found hers as his tip pressed against her slick entrance.

She could feel the muscles in his shoulders bunching underneath her hands, as if he was restraining himself.

He pressed into her gently, watching her reaction, and the feel of him sent notes of pleasure through her.

“More,” she whispered and Sohut groaned against her lips.

“You’re so small…” He hesitated.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts. I just,” her eyes rolled back as he pressed against her some more, “I need to feel you inside me.”

That did it.

With a grunt, Sohut surged inside her, capturing her lips as Cleo felt her body rise against the vines. There was a moment of pain quickly followed by sweet, sweet pleasure.

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