Page 67 of I'm Not Your Pet

Had he been getting himself off this week? Quick and perfunctory. Because we hadn’t had time for sex together?

Fuck.

That wassoincredibly hot.

“What is this?” I asked him, certain he knew the words. I already knew what it was. But the mischievous part of me needed him to acknowledge what I’d found. How often had he used this thing? Often, if the scratches on its surface were any indicator. Looked like he’d really sunk his claws in a few times when he was fucking it.

Goddamn.

Roark whined and I turned to look at him, my fingers still squishing inside the fuck hole as he stared down at me. His spots were red now. Practically phosphorus. His eyes were black, flooded dark andhungry. I had only a second to think,oh shit, what have I done?before he was caging me against the counter and his tongue was twining around my neck like a noose.

Slick and hot, it squeezed tight enough stars swam for a moment.

“Huu-goh,” Roark groaned, low. “Huu-goh,bad.” The words were a bit garbled with his tongue out like that, but the sentiment remained the same.

The responding mewl I released was pitiful at best.

He wassobig. So fucking big. Looming over me with his muscles straining and that slick as hell tongue twisting just tight enough pleasure zinged down my spine. And he hadn’t touchedme in days—and I needed him. God, did I need him. So fucking bad.

Roark’s tongue slithered back inside his mouth. He bared his teeth at me, fangs glinting.Tell me why I never once worried he’d hurt me? Even now.

“Huu-goh,bad,” Roark repeated. I licked my lips and nodded. Because he was right. I had been bad. I’d been nosy. I’d gone through his personal things, and I’d discovered something he maybe didn’t want me to see.

I shivered.

Dear god, please punish me with your cocks, Roark.

I’ll never be a nosy bitch again.

“Roark—” I murmured, because I was a masochist. “Show me?”

He groaned again, his eyes drifting shut like he was praying for patience—the same way I’d just prayed for his dicks. Before I could blink, he’d made his decision. Roark yanked the fucktoy from the counter with one hand, and grabbed my waist with the other. I only had a second to process what was happening before he was steering me toward the shower. There were several gaps in the wall I’d always assumed were for soap, but—as he shoved the toy into one of them to anchor it, I realized they had a much sexier purpose.

I still wanted him to show me how it worked, so I stayed quiet as he gently twisted my body around to face the toy. He arranged me in the back corner of the shower, my dick hard as a rock, so that I would have a good view of the show he was going to put on.

Roark gestured at the toy, his bulk shivery and warm beside mine.

“Yesh?”

I took him in with hunger, mouth dry. Roark’s cocks were serpentine as they laced together, writhing and slurping at eachother, their suckers catching and pulling in a way that I knew firsthand felt amazing as fuck.

My dick flexed, a sticky patch forming in my pants against it.

They reached toward me and I bit my liphardto stop myself from moaning. I wanted to play with them as badly as they wanted to play with me.

I could still vividly remember how good it had felt to press my cock between them. How they’d toyed with me, throbbing against my dick—aroundit. They leaked a lot. Slippery and hot. I rememberedthattoo.

They were flushed purple with arousal, betraying how much Roark was getting off on this too. I nearly passed out when Roark reached down to fist the base of one, panting a little. “Yesh?” he repeated, always a gentleman.

I yanked my shirt off, my pants too. I chucked them outside the shower stall with my heart in my throat. Self-conscious of my scrawny chest, but pushing the ugly thoughts aside, I let Roark see just how much he was affecting me.

My dick was fully hard now, flushed red to match the purple of his. It listed to the left, throbbing with the beat of my heart as a bead of precum slipped down the shaft.

“Yes,” I told him, in case my dick wasn’t enough to convince him. I gestured at the toy the same way he had, eager to see him step up to it and give it a good fucking. “Show me.”

He seemed to debate with himself for a few seconds, gathering courage, before he nodded. That big chest heaved and my eyes traced down his thick belly to where he stroked his cocks one at a time, tight from base to tip to get them wet.

How many times had he done this while I’d been waiting for him in bed?

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