Page 7 of Stalk of the Town

You will?

“You bet. I enjoy being in charge, and you want me to be, don’t you?” He tilted his head to the side with a look of eagerness, making it very easy to nod in agreement. “Now strip and lay down on your couch. I want to make sure you don’t get the ‘wilt’.” He licked at his plump lips. “Not before I’ve had my fill.”

My cock protruded obscenely from the fly of my jeans, and it bobbed as I rose and stripped off with shaky hands. When I was naked, heavy-lidded eyes traveled over me, bright and feverish, adding to the thrill. “Now lay down,” he instructed in a throaty rasp that made my belly flutter in anticipation.

Made to fit my enormous frame, I sat on the couch, then swung my legs up. My cock, like a huge pole, waved in the air. In the daylight streaming through the windows, it glistened with my desire for the sexy llama eyeing me like I was the tastiest sight he’d ever seen.

“You are.”

This mind thing was a real bonus when I didn’t have to explain myself.

He chuckled, and I got he’d caught that thought too. He never looked away as he made a show of stripping, revealing his pale skin to me for the first time. I’d seen his ass and cock, and they were pretty spectacular, but the total package left me breathless and back to terrified I was going to embarrass myself before he touched me again.

Naked, his pretty cock bounced as he came to me and stood by my head. “I’m gonna sit on your face.”

Yes, please.I released another shuddery breath, my mouth watering at the knowledge that finally I was going to get to taste him the way I wanted to. I’d dreamed of how he would taste on my tongue since seeing his fingers sink into his ass.

You saw that?

I did.Was he mad?I’m sorry.

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, your leaves touching my cock gave me the best release of my life.” He came closer, his cock brushing my shoulder as he leaned in. The scent of my custard on his breath ghosted over my face, and I was back to shuddering at the tempting lips so close to mine. “I felt you watching me. I didn’t understand why at the time, but now I do. Did you watch me all the time?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against the fleshy lobe. “Did you want to fuck my ass with your tongue?”

“Y-yes… v-very much,” I stuttered before his lips moved down my throat. Soft as butterfly wings, they moved over my collarbone, laying open mouth kisses until he reached my nipple. It budded at the hot breath touching the tip. His tongue flicked at the flesh, and it puckered. I pushed up wanting more, yet feeling conflicted because he’d promised me I was going to get to taste him.

Sharp teeth bit into the bud, and pain followed for a brief second before he sucked the abused nub into his mouth, his tongue chasing away the pain replacing it with pleasure as his lips latched on tight. Lost in the sensations, I jerked as the tip of a finger ran over the head of my cock. Back and forth. Back and forth, slowly and rhythmically to each suck to my nipple. The pleasure from one enhancing the other until my whole body sang with need…

I’m gonna come,I cried out to him, shuddering violently as I tried to hold back. Only he didn’t stop the maddening touches.

Then come.The softly spoken words came as he once more bit my nipple, and his groan as blood filled his mouth was too much.He mentally shared with me how delicious I was. How much he wanted me inside him. What he would do to me after I’d come. Everything merged into a fiery ball of rhubarb need. Custard showered the fingers playing with my cock, me, and the couch, I was positive, with how I jerked and spasmed as if I’d had an electrical current passed through my body.

That’s it, show me how much you love my touch.

Yes. From the moment I saw you,I said mindlessly, lost in pleasure that was so much more than I’d imagined.

Breathless and boneless sometime later, I sank into the couch, mind blank, eyes shut. I felt the cushions depress by my head. Then the sexy scent of Drew was above me. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding at the sight of the ass directly above my face and the hard cock.

“My turn,” Drew rasped.

Chapter Eight

Drew

I’d won the damn rhubarb lottery. The others had all thought it, but they hadn’t.

I had.

My sweet rhubarb looked so damn sexy stretched out on the couch covered in custard. The light coming through the window highlighted the vast expanse of muscles, and I’d nearly come on the spot. Only I’d ringed the base of my dick because I wanted to do that with his tongue in my ass while I sucked on the hunk of stalk between his legs that hadn’t quite gone flaccid.

I positioned myself like I’d promised I was going to, imagining his dick stretching my mouth wide and rubbing against the insides of my lips. Against my tongue and down the back of my throat. “My turn,” I stated in a sexy rasp.

I gave him a moment to admire my ass. I knew it was tight and round. Puffs of hot breath hit my hole right before a tongue lapped over the puckered skin; we mewled together. I ground down, loving how he kept his hands by his sides letting me control everything. See, I was the winner. No one could argue with it.

The tongue lapped around my hole in slow circles, then pressed flat before it moved in a rippling motion.

“O-oh m-my,” I stuttered, thighs burning at working to hold the exact position when it sent vibrations through my ass that ended up at the tip of my cock, which dripped onto the chest in front of me.

Taste so good. Want to go deeper… pleaseee.

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