Page 71 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
But before I can take things even further, he turns the tables on me when he uses his superior strength to lift my legs and ass into the air, positioning each of my legs over his shoulders.
“You’re pure temptation, mate. When we were together before, you felt what a gargoyle’s tongue can do in your mouth and on your cock. Now you’re going to feel what it can do in your arse.”
My hips jerk, and I cry out at his words. “Oh, fuck. You arenotgoing to make me come embarrassingly fast just from talking.”
His answering grin is downright wicked. “That could be fun too.”
I narrow my eyes. “Fuck that. Get in there and eat my ass like it’s the last meal you’re ever gonna have!”
“Gladly,” he purrs.
When the tip of his tongue makes contact with the sensitive pucker of my entrance, I gasp.
It’s been far too long since someone rimmed me, and I’ve missed it.
Bonus points for my mate initiating this!
Also, Elryk wasn’t exaggerating when he talked about his tongue. Humans do not have the same level of versatility withthat particular appendage as gargoyles do. His seems to have some of the same dexterity and power as one of Nasser’s tentacles. Already, I can imagine just how fantastic it will feel writhing inside me and stroking my sensitive prostate.
Not one to be rushed—damn him—Elryk spends a good amount of time teasing the outer rim of my entrance, licking and sucking. The nerve endings there are delicate and send more blood rushing to my cock, which I’m already stroking in tandem with Elryk’s ministrations.
When his thick tongue presses against my hole, begging for entrance, I take a deep breath and let it out, concentrating on relaxing my muscles to allow him in.
His tongue is longer than a human’s, and it presses deep inside me, making me moan. Then it starts to undulate, swirling in my channel until Elryk nails my prostate.
Not gonna lie. At that moment, I think I might see Jesus on the ceiling of this cabin.
“Holy fuck,” I manage to gasp out.
His tongue moves against my prostate in a circular “wax on, wax off” motion that would make Mr. Miyagi proud and causes my whole body to shudder with the exquisite sensations it brings.
Not one to be outdone, my hand moves faster along my shaft.
“God, Elryk, so good.” I give him plenty of praise and encouragement as he somehow delves ever farther inside me.
I wish I could reach up and pull his face in hard to grind it into my ass as far as it’ll go. Alas, I’m too short and my ab muscles are evidently not up to the task.
Instead, I tighten my thighs around his shoulders and urge him on.
“Fuck yeah. Tongue my hole like a champ!”
Ever had a gargoyle with his tongue up your ass start laughing? It’s even more amazing than you could imagine.
My hips buck and my cock starts to leak pre-come.
“Yes! My gorgeous, grouchy Goliath.”
Did I have some pornographic fantasies about that sexy cartoon character as an adolescent? Hell yeah, I did. But Elryk is blowing every single one of them out of the water. A real-deal gargoyle mate is light years better—and damn but he’s seriously fucking talented with his tongue.
I can’t wait to see what he can do with that massive cock of his.
My channel clenches at the thought.
And that’s when that evil motherfucker withdraws his tongue and leaves me aching and empty.
“Nooooooo!” I wail. “I was so close, you bastard.”
Elryk lays my ass down and shakes an admonishing finger at me. “No coming until I’ve got my cock inside you, my sweet.”
