Page 76 of Hollyhocks

“Whatever you want, Mate.”

“Good Girl,” he praises, taking my lips into a passionate messy kiss.

Our bodies slide together, sleek with sweat and ink. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, snarling down his throat. He wraps both hands around my neck, squeezing carefully, and controls the kiss. Our tongues collide and the tentacles wrap around the pretty pink appendage.

The sounds he makes have me dripping with arousal, ruining his sheets forever.

“Fuck, I love everything you can do,” he groans through tight teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth and licking my fangs. He breaks the kiss, lifting one leg to his shoulder which drives him in an extra inch. “I can’t wait until I’m fucking you in the sky. I want you everywhere, on every surface, in every air space, in every body of fucking water, I’m going to fuck you.”

“I need your come, Doe Eyes. Give it to me.”

“Not yet,” he sneers, flipping me onto my hands and knees. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

He must love my horns because he grabs them again, ramming into me with every bit of strength he has. His desire is thick in the air, and I inhale it as if it were smoke from a cigarette. The succubus inside me feeds on the delicious lust swirling around me.

Humans love the smell of homemade bread. His scent is like that to me. I can’t inhale it enough and when I don’t smell the aroma, I miss it. He’s warm and comforting which increases my need for him.

My tail slips and slides against his stomach that’s wet with my ink. Fitz notices what I’m doing and snags the tail in his grip.

“What do you think you’re doing with this, Wildflower?”

“I’m going to fuck your ass with it, Doe Eyes. The last time I did it, you loved it. You wanted more. Begged for more.”

He quirks a brow. “Is that so?” Fitz spits on the very tip, using his hand to spread it. “Prove it.”

Fitz guides my tail behind him before letting me go, allowing me to take control of what happens next. To his surprise, I overpower him to switch positions. He’s on his knees, and I wrap my legs around his hips. My tail caresses the bottom of his cock, his heavy orbs, pushing across the sensitive crease before circling his tight hole.

Sinking back onto his cock, all of our sounds pour down each other’s throats. Our arms wrap around each other, pulling one another closer until it is physically impossible to get any closer.

My tail circles his rim, and I hear a sharp inhale of breath before he buries his face into my neck. Hot puffs of warm air flutter along my collarbone. His blunt nails dig into my shoulders just above where my wings and back connect.

“Look at me, Good Boy. I want to see your face when I fill you.”

Fitz raises his head, his eyes glazed over, and his cheeks are hot and red. Sweat beads across his forehead.

His face has a look of surrender on it. My mate loves to submit, I think. He’s taken care of everyone his entire life and now it’s my turn to take care of him.

I push the tip of my tail inside him, and he tenses, clenching down naturally.

“Oh, Holly. I don’t know if I can,” he struggles to say.

I rock against him, his very hard cock seeming to like what I’m doing very much.

“You can and you will. You’re going to love it. Be a good boy and relax for me.”

He does just as I say, and I slip in deeper, the triangular end of my tail pressing against his prostate.

“Holly! Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he whines as if he can’t take all the pleasure he is receiving. “I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t.”

I spread my wings and engulf us in their canopy. We are in our own world, alone, just us breathing in each other’s breaths.

I’ve never felt more at home.

His forehead rolls against mine before he pulls away from me. His eyes drop to my mouth and his thumb drags across my bottom lip. He dives in, kissing me in a way that erases every kiss I’ve gotten before him.

He possesses all my pain and his love overwhelms any fear.

My suckers massage his cock every time he drives in and out. I claim every upward and downward stroke, wanting to milk him of every damn drop.

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