Page 73 of Hollyhocks

Right when our lips brush together, she presses her hand against my chest and shoves me back.

“Being good is supposed to be difficult, Doe Eyes.” She stands, wrapping her hand around the silver pole.

Her gaze lands on my straining cock. Precome drips freely at this point, creating a slick spot against my stomach. Holly’s nostrils flare, her tongue flicking out as if she wants to suck my cock. The suckers seem alive with how they move.

My fingers dig into the couch to find some damn self-control. A quake shivers my body as I watch her wrap her leg around the pole.

I like this dream.

I like this dream a lot.

“Fuck,” I curse in a harsh gasp when she flips upside down, spinning slow and steady to the beat of the music.

She hangs upside down, her ankles crossed over one another, and her tail disappears behind her back. The straps of her bra become loose, and with a sly grin, she flips again, her legs squeezing the pole how I wish she’d squeeze my face with her thighs while I plunge my tongue into her cunt.

Her tail wraps around the pole, her ankles still crossed, but we are face to face now. She slips the loose straps down her arms, dangling the bra in my face before tossing it into my face.

I pick it up, press it against my nose, and inhale her sweet scent. A spurt of come jets from my cock. I try to breathe through it and control the rest of my orgasm. “I want to be good. I want to be, Wildflower, but you’ve got me on edge. You smell so fucking good.” I moan, burying my nose into her bra again.

“So stop smelling me so you can be a good boy again because right now, I’m not convinced.”

I toss the bra over my head to show her how compliant I am. The music picks up pace and she begins to move, her hands roaming up her body. She cups her breasts, playing with the rods piercing her nipples. The chains that are usually attachedto them aren’t there, and I miss them. I love tugging on them to watch her mouth part in pleasure.

I’m obsessed with this monster. I never want to wake up.

“Wake up, Fitz. It’s just a dream,”I hear Rhett’s voice whispering in the far distance of my mind.

I ignore it. There’s no way in hell I’m letting Rhett ruin Holly pole dancing for me.

“Fuck, Wildflower. You look good up there. I want to kiss every inch of your skin and make you come on my tongue.”

She flicks her tongue out, splitting it into multiple tentacles. They stretch from her mouth, the tips tickling my shins. Holly drops to her knees on the mat, her tits bouncing from the motion. Her dark purple nipples have me forgetting I’m not allowed to touch myself. I reach for my cock for a quick stroke but Holly is there, her wings pinning me to the couch once more.

“I said not to touch yourself.”

“I can’t help it,” I groan. “You make me ache, Wildflower. Please,” I beg, her tongue tentacles swimming up my thigh.

She licks a rope of come from my thigh. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and come drips from the suckers as she rolls my seed over her taste buds.

“I love how you taste,” she says, scooping a lone drop from my inner thigh into her mouth.

“What do—” I swallow, fighting for my fucking life to continue to be a good boy. “—What do I taste like?”

Each tentacle shifts as her tongue wraps around my cock one by one. The suction cup of the suckers has me arching my back. I slap my hand onto the couch and shout, “Fuck, Holly! Fuck!” I almost sob from the extreme grip her tongue alone gives. “Ah, God. Fuck. Holly.” I try to push away from her because it’s too much.

My attempt doesn’t work.

When I try to pull away, her tentacles stay in place. My cock tugs and the tight hold she has on me causes my orgasm to tense my cock.

“You have to stop. You have to—I’m too—I’m too close—”

“Wake up, Fitz.”Rhett’s voice is back, ruining my damn life.

I ignore him again.

She chokes me down the back of her throat, her tentacles still wrapped tight around me. When she sucks me into her mouth, her tentacles stroke at the same time. I’m seeing stars. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.

Holly hums around me, the vibrations making me cry out again. “Holly!” My hands grip her by the back of her head, grasping the roots of her hair.

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