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Quick as a flash, I moved up and danced as he sprayed me, my custard squirting all over his cock, joining the sexy mess.

Panting, covered in cum, I collapsed against his belly. The only time I could do this without squishing him.Wow, you sure have some moves,he muttered breathlessly, not moving beneath me.

Only for you.

A second later I was laying in the sticky mess all over Drew’s stomach as hands reached for me. Dangling and dripping between his fingers, I fluttered my leaves for him. Cum and custard splashed his face.Oops.

“Oops, is it?” He made a show of using the back of a hand to wipe off the dripping cum—custard. “I believe a naughty stalk show gets a spanking.”

I twirled and fluttered as he came closer and licked up my stalk, biting when he reached my leaves. Not hard but enough I felt it all the way down to my roots.So naughty.

He got up and carried me back into the house, leaving a soil trail behind us. In the bedroom he went into the bathroom and switched back on the shower. This time he was quick, he washed my stalk and himself one handed, not letting me go as I quivered with excitement.

In the bedroom, he lay me on the mattress. “Shift my giant stalk, let’s see you in all your wonderful glory.”

In a blink, I lay there on the cool cotton cover, my body revealing exactly how excited his touch had made me.

“Has anyone ever spanked you before?” he asked as I widened my legs for him to slide between them, his gaze focused on my cock.

“No.” I had watched the movies online and imagined it being me… a time or two.

He ran his hands up the inside of my thighs gently, his fingers skimming my balls and underneath. “How would you feel if I fingered your ass while spanking you?”

Back to feeling like someone had baked me in the oven—or what I imagined it would be like—at the very idea of him doing that, I couldn’t get my tongue to work.

It’s okay. I can feel your excitement. See it.

My cock jerked at his appraisal. He came closer and tapped my lips with two fingers. “Get them nice and wet, honey.”

I lapped enthusiastically at them until saliva ran down my chin. “Such a good stalk,” he praised, and I mewled as he moved his fingers from my mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you everything that you want.” As he spoke, his other hand slapped the tip of my cock.

I gasped at the stinging blow, feeling the pain travel down my hard length and lodge in my ass. I whimpered in pleasure, opening my legs wider. Offering myself up to him.

“Look at you, so beautiful.” His words came with another stinging slap to my cock, just further up. A desire filled gaze watched my reaction.

Pre-cum hung suspended from the tip of my cock as it bounced in time to my pulse. The wet fingers accompanied the next slap. They circled my sensitive hole. The feeling, though foreign, made each sting radiate through my dick. It made it impossible to keep my hips still. So I pushed into his touch.

With each stinging slap came a finger stroking deep into my ass and then he withdrew before the next slap. A clawing need gathered in the center of me. His absolute full focus was on me, I could feel it. Each spark of pleasure wasn’t just mine. It was his, too.

Hot and needy, my hips thrust up into each blow, and with each thrust, I cried out, “Can I come?”

Drew coughed and a love heart sweetie landed on my belly. My cock tingled madly as I read what it said. “Stalk of the town?”

“My stalk.” He leaned closer, a possessive look in his eyes doing crazy things to me as I hung suspended in the throes of desire. “You can come whenever you want, my darling. Spray me with your custard.”

He spanked me harder, catching the tip of my cock with his fingers as the ones in my ass hit something that made the world go white. The sweet rolled up to land on my heart as my whole body seized. Every cell burst with pleasure, then there was nothing, only a cloud for me to float on.

Chapter Eighteen

Drew

For a while I thought I’d maybe killed my mate with pleasure with how his custard had painted the ceiling and how he lay limp, his brain not functioning for what felt like forever. I’d come at the same time as him, so it had taken me a moment to realize he wasn’t with me.

That was the day before. I had laid down on top of him and reassured myself his heart was still beating before I congratulated myself on blowing his mind. My honey stalk had slept like the dead, when he’d roused, we’d eaten, he’d spent some recovery time in the soil with me watching over him, before we’d returned into the house to make use of his large comfy bed.

This morning instead of continuing on with his sexy discovery, we had a rude awakening when Maximus interrupted us to say that the pride and the parcel were having a town meeting to talk all things monsters.

I’d not wanted to leave the bed when my stalk was up already for action, his head filled with what he’d like to try next. “You’ll get everything you want. We just need to make sure the parcel and the pride are safe first,” I said once more, not only for his benefit.

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