Page 58 of Hollyhocks

Curious, I look back to see him gripping his cock so hard that the tip is a deep shade of red.

I can confirm he’s squeezing his cock outside of the dream as well.

“What do you think you’re doing, Doe Eyes? Don’t strangle that pretty cock. That’s for me to do.”

“I’m too close. I’m going to come. The taste of you was too much.”

“What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t give my good boy relief?” I purr, kissing down his chest.

“Please,” he begs through broken breaths. “Please, Wildflower. Please,” he continues to ramble and plead. “I’ll do anything. What do you want? I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you. Please, make me come. Please,” he practically sobs, fisting the blanket under him.

I kiss down his chest, shifting my tongue into a tentacle, leaving small suction marks all over his torso.

“You look so pretty decorated by me,” I croon, licking the valleys of his abs.

His fingers brush through my hair, holding it away from my face. “And you look so gorgeous against me. I’ll wear your marks proudly, Wildflower. Leave scars for all I care,” he says.

“Mmmm.” I circle his navel. “Don’t go giving me ideas.” I circle my tongue around his cock, gripping it with the suckers.

“Fuck,” he groans, his back arching off the bed of the truck. “Those goddamn suckers are going to be the death of me.”

I swirl and suck him deep until he hits the back of my throat. My tongue splits in two, wrapping around the thick stalk. Thesuction cups move, wave, and massage. My mate trembles beneath me. His heart rate skips a beat and that tells me he is close.

“Holly. Holly. Holly,” he shouts my name, and it echoes into the space of the mountain.

He fills my mouth with come. I drink it down, needy and thirsty for him.

“Fuck. There’s no mouth that exists like yours.”

I lift off him, come dripping from my tongue, and I let it coat his cock. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’re done. I’m still hungry, Doe Eyes.”

“I wouldn’t be a good man if I didn’t feed you.” He picks me up by my hips, my tentacles already stretching to reach his cock.

We watch as they swirl around him. He sucks his top lip before lifting his eyes to meet mine. We lock gazes and I ease down on him, inviting him into me.

Those big brown eyes roll back again. “I can’t wait for these suckers, Holly. I’m already on the edge again just by sliding inside you. I won’t last. I won’t.” He struggles to breathe, slapping a hand down on my ass. “Fuck!” He pours into me, shocking me with his second orgasm.

The tentacles and suckers pull his come to my womb, needing him to breed me.

“The more the better. Give me more, Fitz.” I begin to ride him, his come leaking out of me to create filthy wet sounds.

In reality, the couch is ruined by my ink. His body is stained from it. His come drips from his cock, down his sack, and onto the couch. We’re making a mess. The grip of his fingers sinks into my hips, holding me tight to rock me back and forth faster.

And faster.

And faster.

My orgasm is close again. Fitz tweaks my nipples, tugging on the chains. With a growl, he sits up and sucks my left nippleinto his mouth. He tugs the right chain. Then the left. He kisses across my chest to give attention to the other, continuing to drive me crazy as he pulls on the chains.

“You’re so tight, Wildflower. No one has fucked me like you have. No one has felt as good as you do.”

“And no one will ever fuck you again, do you hear me? You’re mine, Fitz. Mine. No one will ever feel this thick cock stretch them. It’s mine. Tell me.”

“It’s yours.”

I rock my hips. “Again.”

“My cock is yours.”

---