Page 81 of Hollyhocks

I groan into her cunt, releasing my grip on my aching cock. Spreading her legs, I finger fuck her faster while sucking on her clit harder.

“Fitz. Oh, fuck. Oh, God. You’re—I’m—” she cries out into the kitchen and the first squirt of her ink spills into my mouth.

She’s sweet like blackberries. God, I could spend hours on my knees for her and never get tired of drinking her down.

I rip my mouth away as she continues to pulse, spilling ink everywhere. Gripping my cock, I line myself up and drive inside her as she orgasms. The ink claim on my arm begins to move too, slithering and waving like a snake. All the way down to my cock, the mark moves faster while her orgasm continues.

Wrapping my arms around her, I bring us to the floor and place her on her back.

“Oh, God, Fitz. I can’t stop. Oh, I can’t stop.” She cups her tits roughly, kneading them with more pressure than usual. Sheplucks her nipples through her shirt, her voice becoming horse with how loud she is screaming.

Ink leaks all around my cock and onto the floor. Her tentacles wrap around my base again, forcing me to ram inside her. Her cries become even louder somehow, another strong intense wave of pleasure draping over her.

“Fuck, Holly. You feel so good. You’re clamping around me—” I gasp with how good she feels as she comes. “What’s happening? Why do I feel like I can’t get deep enough?” I pump into her so hard and fast; she slides along the floor.

I wrap a hand around her shoulder to keep her in place. Her tentacles pull me in with every stroke I give. The sensations are all too much. I curl over her, capturing her lips to swallow her cries.

Another knot is formed at the base of my cock. The next strokes become more difficult. Using all the force I have, I ram into her, locking us together.

I bend down, burying my face in her neck, “Holly. Ah-damn it—” I groan into her ear as I come. “You feel so fucking good. You’re doing such a good job taking me right now. You’re being such a good girl.” I moan as another orgasm is pulled from my body. “You’re taking every fucking drop, Wildflower. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now. You’re spread so wide. You barely take my thick cock.”

She whimpers, rolling her hips up and down. I can see the edges of the tentacles. They are tight around my cock, and they will not allow me to leave her body. Not that I want to. My favorite place is being inside her.

Her orgasms become slower and further in between as she continues to make me come ever so often. I’m not sure how long we lay there locked together, having back-to-back orgasms.

All I know is the eggs are burnt and there’s smoke filling the house, but I don’t fucking care.

I collapse when the tentacles finally let me go. “I don’t know what came over me seeing you in my shirt but holy fuck, I can’t wait to do that again.”

She snickers, then yawns. “I’m exhausted. I think…I think that might have been me needing your—”

“—Come?” I puff out my chest, a little too proud at that moment.

“Yes. Would you be mad if I went back to bed?” She almost seems drugged. She’s slurring her words and unable to keep her eyes open.

She can’t wait for me to answer. Holly falls asleep on the kitchen floor. This hasn’t happened before, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and think that maybe this is part of the pregnancy process for her?

I stand and reach for the burner to turn it off so the pan doesn’t catch fire. Bending down, I pick her up in my arms, walking through the ink all over the floor. I don’t care. I hope it sinks into the wood and stains.

Climbing the stairs, I hold her head to my chest and place her on the bed.

“Whatever is happening to you, just know I’m here, okay?” I fluff the pillow behind her and kiss her cheek.

I head to the bathroom, snag a cloth, and wet it with warm water. Squeezing the excess out, I hurry back to take care of Holly. I’m not going to let her sleep with ink running down her thighs.

Parting her legs, I clean the marks from her inner thighs. I love how soft and supple the skin is here. It’s flawless and a tad shade lighter than the rest of her body.

I reach between her legs and clean her there too. She gasps and one of her tentacles sneaks out, slapping me on the arm.

“Okay, sorry. Didn’t mean to overstep.” I think the tentacles might have a mind of their own.

Covering her with the blanket, I kiss her forehead. I never want to leave this moment. This place. By her side. I know a lot of people would be mad about what she has done. For most, they would need time to wrap their heads around the situation, but not me.

Why would I be mad when this is exactly what I want? Sure, she fucked me in my sleep but I’ll be honest, I can’t wait for her to do it again. I look forward to it. Her abilities are so fucking attractive. I would lock myself in this house for her to have her way with me until she decided to allow me outside if that’s what she wanted.

If she wants a good boy, I’ll be the best fucking boy she has ever had.

She’ll never have a reason to leave because I’m going to give her millions of reasons to stay.

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