Page 40 of Saved By the Servali

“Mmhm.” He held out his arms and pulled Nessa to his chest, her leg swinging over his waist. “If we do mesh, you’ll like this position. You can sit on top without my weight crushing you.”

“But I want to feel you crushing me,” she pouted. On the other hand— She looked back over her shoulder at Kamau’s straining thickness, pointing up between his thighs. With a little imagination, she could picture herself bracing her palms on his knees and riding him, sinking that long, thick beauty into her until there was no more space—or until she had him balls deep.

Goals, Nessa. Goals.

With a scoot of her spine, she lined her hips up with his. They moaned together as her pussy pressed his wide head, the moaning turning into a harsh pant from him as her wetness surrounded just the tip of his cock.

Oh.

Oh, shit, that feels much bigger than it looks.

Nessa gasped as Kamau’s tongue invaded her mouth as her hips swiveled on his cock. One of his paws teased her hard nipple, pulling on it with just the pressure she liked, making her pussy leak.

“Did you really want my cum in you?” Kamau asked, looking up at her.

She sat back, hoping gravity might help.

“Mmhmm. I want to feel you coming inside of me. Why? Is that wrong?” Nessa asked, knowing by the hungry look on his face that it wasn’t.

“You are a temptress.”

Kamau reached out, his paw going between her thighs as she rubbed the tip of his crown against her entrance. Even with the slippery oil, his head wedged against her and didn’t want to move freely.

“It’s fine, my Queen. My beautiful Nessa. I could be happy just knowing you want me inside. Watching you stretch around me might make me burst on the spot,” Kamau said in a low, throaty voice, one of his paws moving to brace the base of his cock while the other stroked circles around her clit.

“Oh, we are not quitters, baby,” Nessa hissed, ignoring the sharp sting of pain as she pushed down hard, forcing the tip to push inside and lodge.

The world shorted out around the hard stretch that her body didn’t appreciate, but gravity and the gush of Kamau’s pre-cum coating her insides erased the discomfort.

So big. So thick. So full. “God, yes,” Nessa whispered as the pleasure came in determined throbs. Her body learned the new game fast, a sharp pulse of discomfort followed by prolonged muscle flutters that spread heat and pleasure through her whole pelvic region.

Kamau snarled and showed her gritted teeth as he continued to massage her hard pink pearl. She sank down farther, muscles heaving in protest, only to snap back against his girth and send responding waves of bliss through her.

“Lean back, lean back,” Kamau urged, eyes wide, focused on her slick tunnel swallowing him.

She did as he urged and felt herself sliding, catching herself as she fell forward on her knees, several inches buried in her.

For a moment, neither of them moved, getting used to the sensation. “Too much?” Kamau asked.

“Not enough,” Nessa whispered.

HIS NESSA WAS INSATIABLE. Her hot, smooth walls gripped him and dragged him in, a millimeter at a time, gravity and her full, round hips conspiring together to ensnare him deeper.

“More. More, I want to feel you pounding into me until there’s no more room,” Nessa urged.

And although he wanted to watch her bounce on top of him, savoring the look of her riding him, he couldn’t very well ask her to do all the work. With a happy snarl that spoke of lust rather than aggression, he pulled Nessa under him, delighting in the breathy moan and the sparkle in her eyes. He sat back on his knees, her soft, divinely squishy thighs on his. “Oooh. If I thought the view was good before, my love, this is even better.”

“Voyeur,” Nessa teased, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts.

“Watching you? Absolutely. Watching you with someone else?” He plunged into her fiercely, loving the sound of pleasure that burst from her. “I would only see red, my Queen.”

Kamau raked his eyes from her open mouth, pretty tongue licking her upper lip before her biting down on her lower lip, to the way the flesh padded out around her fingers as she squeezedand groped her heavy breasts, to his favorite site—her pussy, fucked to a froth of juices and pre-cum as he began to pound into her steadily.

Everything in him cried out to push another inch or two in, mesh with her, lock her body around his until only time and release could separate them.

But the sight of her slick tunnel stretching around him was too tempting. He loved watching her lips part and cling to him as his girth filled her, gave her a slight relief, and then surged back to fill her more. “I could do this forever.”

“Good.”

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