Page 30 of Secondhand Garagyre

Ahazeof desire clouds my mind asIabsently noteLaithoghas closed the bathroom door behind us, the motion sensor lights coming on as we enter the room.I’mnot so far gone to my lust this time thatIcouldn’t put a stop to it.

Unlikethis morning.

Laithogmakes me feel good…and it’s been so long sinceI’vefelt anything but grief and misery.That’swhyIdon’t put forth more than a couple of token protests.Truthbe told, we have almost an hour before we’re supposed to meet my parents andIbent over in front of my filing cabinet on purpose.

Hopingfor this sort of outcome.

Laithoggently sets me on the counter next to the sink, pulling my sweater off as well as my bra, tossing them aside before he sinks to his knees. “Yourcunt is leaking slick and smells delectable, little flame.Imust have a taste.”

Heno more utters the last word than he reaches up under my skirt with both hands and rips my panties and leggings down my legs, leaving them pooled at the tops of my ankle boots.Thedexterous end of his tail gathers the end of my skirt up and holds it out of his way.Large, black scaled hands grasp my pale thighs, forcing them wide open to accommodate the width of his head and horns.Thetips of said horns are gently digging into the plush skin of my legs.

“Areyou not supposed to have hair here?” he murmurs absently, clearly preoccupied.

EventhoughI’mprepared for what’s about to happen, the first stroke of his textured tongue makes me jolt.Laithoggrowls, that damn purr of his is finally interrupted with the aggressive sound.Histail abandons the hold it has on my skirt and grasp me around my waist, which appears to be its favorite place to be, and drags me closer toLaithog’smouth as he begins to devour me.

Thetip of his tongue gently teases my clit, providing just enough sensation to bring me to the edge but not push me past it.Healternates between the gentle teasing and dipping his long, dexterous tongue deep within the well of my pussy to stroke my g-spot.

Whathe’s doing is slowly driving me insane.

I’venever liked or enjoyed edging.

Ican feel the tingling low in my pelvis, the impending sign of my climax whenLaithogbacks off, yet again.

Patiencegone,Igrab his horns in my hands and yank his head back.

“Laithog, if you don’t get on with it…”Igrowl out as menacingly asIcan, allowing my words to trail off full of intent.

Intentto do what,Idon’t know…butI’lldo something to retaliate.

Smirkingup at me, his chin wet with my bodily secretions, all he says is,

“Asyou wish.”

Myinner nerd doesn’t have time to fangirl over his usage of that exact line before he buries his face in my snatch and begins eating me out with vigor.Hiswicked tongue begins a rough methodical rhythm as he licks me with unbridled enthusiasm.

Allof a sudden, he spears me with two thick fingers as he scissors them back and forth, stretching me to be able to take his enormous dick.Imoan in pleasure as he adds a third, and finally a fourth, forcing my pussy to open for him.JustasIfeel him begin to curl his fingers into a fist, the forcefulness of his ministrations forces an orgasm out of me, rapture filling my bodyIfrantically cling to his horns, grinding myself into his face, desperate to chase my orgasm to its fullest.

Laithogmoves his hands to grasp one of my full ass cheeks in each hand, growling into my pussy as he continues to tongue my sensitive clit.Hedoesn’t allow me any time to come down from my first orgasm before he forces a second and a third out of me.I’mnothing but a quivering mess of over sensitized nerve endings before he raises his head.Satisfactionwritten all over his face.

Standing, his much larger frame looms over me, as he reaches for the buckle on his kilt and unfastens it.Allowingthe leather garment to fall to the floor with a soft swishing sound.Ilook my fill since this is the first timeI’veseen him fully nude.Thereis a black scaled slit, where his penis should be andIvaguely recallthat he lined us up the first time and filled me abruptly without warning.Laithogallows me to look my fill before he lifts me from the counter and positions me where my ass is meshed with his pelvis.

Dueto the height differences, my feet are dangling off the floor, the weight of my body held in his massive hands, while my forearms are braced on the counter in front of me.He’ssituated us directly in front of the mirror that hangs over the sink/vanity area in the bathroom.

Theimage reflected there holds me captive.

Thatcan’t be me.

Thewoman in front of me is wantonly gorgeous.Deepauburn hair frames, a delicate heart shaped face flushed with pleasure, while a cupids bow mouth pants out each breath.Lushbreast hang and press against the counter now warm from the heat of my body.Mygolden-brown eyes are flecked with green and blue, but they reflect nothing but desire back at me.

Movementbehind me draws my gaze toLaithog.Hisdark purple and black body directly contrast to my peaches and cream complexion.Thedifference is startling to see all at once, but also titillating.Maybereading paranormal romance novels all these years has conditioned me to be more accepting of being plowed by a creature that is decidedly not human.

“Nowyou see whatIsee whenIlook at you, sweetPaisley.”Hisrumbled words elicit a shiver of pleasure from me.

“Now, watch your mate rut you.”Hiswords are followed by the firm grip of his tail around my neck.Theend of his tail wrapping around the delicate length, while the tip rest under mychin, keeping my head from tipping forward, forcing me to look nowhere else but the mirror before me.

Iam completely at his mercy, his little fuck toy to do with as he chooses.Liftingmy hips slightly, he lines my pussy up with his slit and enters me in one sudden movement.Theinstant intrusion makes me moan, my eyes closing in pleasure.Laithog’stail tightens on my neck, almost to the pointIcan’t breathe, causing my eyes to fly open. “Tch.Itold you to watch.”

Relaxingthe hold his tail has on my throat enough soIcan breathe easily, he begins to fuck me in earnest.There’snothingIcan do but hang there and submit to the ferocious thrust of his massive cock shuttling in and out of me.Ican feel the ribbed length stimulating my g-spot with every thrust added to the visual stimulation of watching myself being plowed by something otherworldly.Thecombination of watching him fuck me and the marvelous ridges on his dick strumming my g-spot, along with the friction of the counter on my, now, overly sensitive nipples rip another orgasm from me.

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