Page 28 of Hollyhocks

But then I’d just wrap him in my arms and take care of him forever because he is mine. He’s fucking mine. I’ll stop at nothing and no one to get to him. If anyone dared to take him from me, I’ll kill them. I’ll murder everyone on this planet in cold fucking blood if it means he would live a happier life.

He has a monster now and there is nothing in this world that matters more than his life.

“I. Need. More.” Spit flies from his mouth while trying to speak through clenched teeth. The tendons in his neck are tensed and there is a red flush to his cheeks. “Please, I need it.”

“Such a good pretty boy when you beg,” I croon, curling over him while I continue my assault on his shaft.

“I love being your good boy.” He licks his lips and those big round eyes blink at me through long lashes.

Staring down at him in his dream and real life has me wishing he could truly see me. His eyes are the innocence I miss from when I was human. I don’t feel that anymore. All I have is rage for everyone except Fitz and this need to claim and protect him with my life.

While I don’t feel those human emotions the same any longer, I’m reminded of them when I look him in his eyes, giving me a glimpse of what a good soul is.

“I would kill for you, Doe Eyes.” I press my forehead against his, tracing his jaw. “I have killed for you.” His cock jerks wrapped in my grip. “You like that, don’t you? You love being the center of my attention. You love that someone would go that far for you.”

He nods, stretching his neck to try to kiss me. “I do. I want you to consume me until I can’t live without you. You’re my reminder to breathe.”

My tentacles part, giving me access to his cock, and I slide myself over the wide thick tip. I rip my crop top off over my head in the dream, and his eyes widen when he sees my nipple rings attached to chains.

He tugs them softly and I hiss, loving the pain.

“Yes, Fitz. Just like that.” My wings spread of their own volition as I lose myself in our fantasy. I barely have one toe in reality, wanting to be with the man who can see me for me.

The crown of his cock rubs against my clit with every slow rock I give him. “Such a big cock, Fitz. Anyone ever told you that?” Mytalons grow to a dangerous length at the thought of him fucking another woman.

I’d need names. I wouldn’t be able to live in a world knowing there are other women who know what it feels like to have their pussy stretched by Fitz.

No, no, that wouldn’t be allowed to happen.

“No,” he grunts, biting his top lip as he watches my tentacles slip between his thighs. “Everyone said I was always on the shorter side.”

I wrap my hand around his throat at the same time a tentacle plays with his hole. “By morning, you’ll leave a list on your nightstand of the women who said that to you. Okay?”

His eyes are glassy, and a single tear rolls down his cheek when I press a tentacle inside, pressing against his prostate.

Fitz shouts as more come spurts from him.

“Answer me,” I demand, rolling a tentacle over his prostate.

“Y-ye-yes,” he stammers.

I gasp when I sink down onto the first inch of his cock. I take my time with him, slowly swallowing him. “This cock was made for me. So fucking thick, Fitz. God, you’re taking my breath.” Those other women were stupid to think his cock was anything less than perfect. I get to ride him for the rest of our lives and there is no way I’ll get used to the stretch of him filling me.

Slapping his chest, I dig my nails into his pecs riding him hard and fast. I don’t want to waste any more time. “You feel so good. I wish you could see me using you, Doe Eyes. I wish you could see how much I love your cock. I can’t wait to claim you for all to see. You’re mine.” I lean back, slapping my hand on his knee while rolling my hips. “This is mine. Mine to taste and fuck. Mine to care for. No other pussy could take you like this.” I have suckers on the inside too, massaging every inch of him, length and width.

In the dream, he begins fucking me from the bottom. His hips slightly moving in real-time from his wicked intentions happening in our heads.

“Fitz.” I run my hands through my hair and tilt my head back, increasing my pace. My clit slides across him with every thrust. “You make me so wet. Do you hear it? Do you hear how much you drive me crazy?” I fuck him harder, wanting nothing more than to ram my horns into his bedframe.

“You’re so fucking tight. I love those tentacles. Fucking—” his groan is so loud, I’m curious if the neighbors across the lake heard it. “You’re going to make me come, Holly. I need to pull out. If you don’t—” I cover his mouth with my hand, my whimpers becoming louder and faster the closer I get to orgasm.

Nothing will stop me from drinking in his come.

My wings stretched as wide as they possibly could, breaking one of the dangling light bulbs. The headboard smacks against the wall and I claw his pecs as the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had convulses my muscles.

I tense, moaning his name for all to hear, “Fitz. Oh, fuck. Yes, oh, good boy making me come.” Black ink squirts from me making the space between us an absolute mess.

“Holly! Damn it. No,” he groans, his cock flexing as streams of warm come fill me. “Didn’t want it to end.” His eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure.

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