Page 57 of Hollyhocks

He is so fucking thick. I love that it isn’t long and huge. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. He fits me just right, stretches me wide until he takes my breath, and makes me come harder than any other man ever could.

Without warning, without ease or consideration, I push my tail between his legs, shoving my tail into his tight hole.

“That I own you. Me. No one else.”

“Fuck, oh fuck, Holly. Oh my God,” he cries out, clenching around me.

The voltage of lightning outside shines light through the windows, illuminating Fitz’s body. It shines from the light sheenof sweat. His hands roam my body, tugging on the chains attached to my nipple piercings.

Oh, he loves this.

“You feel so real,” he moans, bringing me back into his mind.

I plunge my tail in and out, loving the pinch of pleasure in his face. The space between his brows crinkles. His eyes become so expressive. They round in shock before rolling back again. He bites his bottom lip, groaning every time I brush his prostate.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, Doe Eyes.” I settle over his face, lowering myself to his mouth. “Make me come. You aren’t allowed to until I say. If you do, I won’t show up to your dreams for a week.”

“Holly,” he practically whines. “I’m already on edge. I don’t know if I can hold it back.”

“You better if you ever want to see me again,” I state with a hard bite. “You’re talking too much.” I shove my tentacles in his mouth, filling it to the point that his lips are as wide as possible. “Your will is mine. So if I say wait to come, you fucking wait, Fitz.” I yank my tentacles free, spit dripping from every sucker.

His lips are swollen and wet. “Whatever you want, Wildflower.”

“Good boy. Now, take a deep breath. I’m going to suffocate you.”

His eyes become glassy as his face turns hungry. His hands are locked onto my ass, gripping them so hard, he will leave bruises behind. I’ll have his mark on me, and I can’t wait. My mate doesn’t wait for me to sit. He urges me forward, shoving me onto his face.

“Fitz!” I cry out as his tongue plunges deep inside me.

He moans when my tail hits his prostate which has me tossing my head back, shouting to the gorgeous sunset sky. My tentacles suction cup to his cheek and neck, helping bringhim closer. His nose brushes against my clit, and the teasing pressure has my wings expanding.

His eyes widen and his desire for me becomes stronger. I smell it.

“You like my wings, Doe Eyes?” My question is breathless and needy.

I stroke my feathers, plucking one from the root. I drag it over his chest. “Do you think I could make you come just by doing this?” I stretch my arm back, tickling the tip of his cock before dragging it down the gorgeous plump shaft.

He whimpers into my cunt; his tongue freezes deep inside me when I caress his cock with the feather.

“Mmm. Fuck. Don’t stop.” His words are muffled by my pussy.

I continue all my assaults. Fucking him with my tail, teasing his cock, and his pleas for more has the warning signs of my orgasm becoming bigger.

Rocking my hips against his mouth, my suckers stick and massage his tongue.

“You’re so good with your mouth, Doe Eyes. You’re such a good fucking boy.” I toss my head back, my body tensing, my suckers secreting my ink when my orgasm slams against me.

I drop the feather from my grasp. “Fitz. Oh, fuck, Fitz. I’m coming. You’re such a good boy making me come. You feel so good. Drink me. Drink me down. Fuck. Oh, God.” I roll my hips wanting to extend my pleasure.

Glancing down, black iridescent ink drips from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, and he gulps me down as if it’s the best drink he has ever had.

“Good boy,” I praise him, stroking his chest with my talons.

His big brown eyes light up with joy, giving my ass one final squeeze. I slide from his mouth, his lips, tongue, and teeth black from my ink. I bend down, licking his lips clean.

“Do you like how I taste?” I kiss his succulent lips, nipping the flesh with my fangs.

“I want more. You’re my favorite flavor, Wildflower.” He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing in and out through his nose. His bicep is flexed.

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