Page 109 of Right Next Door
“Again,” she breathed.
He obliged. “I love you.”
And again. “I love you.”
As she sank down, she shivered. Soaking in the words he kept repeating as she slowly sat herself fully upon his length. Her slick heat, so tight it was strangling, enveloped him. She was shaking over him, her robe falling off her shoulders and pooling around her waist and wrists as she kept her hands on his chest, using him as leverage to begin rocking her hips up and down. Riding with a tortuous, aching, slowness. Grinding. Twisting. Seeking her own pleasure, completely ignoring his. And he adored her selfishness. He wanted nothing more than to be used by her.
“I cannot wait to mate you,” he growled, his hips jerking. “I’m going to breed you so deep, so thoroughly, you’re never going to get me out of you.”
“Shut up,” she groaned, hips bouncing up and down. Her eyes rolling back. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to enjoy this.”
“I love you, my sweet mate.”
Misty struck. Her hand closed around his muzzle. Keeping his jaw from parting, disabling his ability to talk as she continued to ride his cock like it was a toy only for her pleasure.
The fleshy scales covering his shaft were sensitive. He was acutely aware of the tips of them rubbing against the soft, hot, inner walls of his female’s tight sheath. And he knew she loved them too. The way she twisted her hips made them massage her insides, especially that extra sensitive spot he’d long ago found and began exploiting.
He growled. Shaking under her. His release building again. It was so good to be completely under her control. Unable to even speak. This was only about her pleasure, and it was beautiful to see. Her body was moving so tortuously over his. The way her muscles tensed and jumped while the soft parts around her breasts, her hips, jiggled with each bounce drove him wild. He just loved watching her bounce, bounce, bounce. The ecstasy on her face made his abdomen clench as his climax began to climb again. His cock throbbed within her and she hissed at him.
“Don’t you dare come,” she ordered, even as her hips started going faster. “Not yet. Not before me. Don’t you… dare…”
Her voice broke as her movements became stuttered and uncoordinated. His sac was tingling, tightening, with the urge to release. But he clenched all his muscles, trying to keep it back. To give her what she wanted.
But her body, her movements, made it so hard. At the same time, he didn’t want it to end and lose the sight of her taking her pleasure so decisively. So eagerly. The way she controlled him with her tie around his wrists, her hand clasping his muzzle. Reducing him to nothing but her toy, and a toy couldn’t come before his mistress.
She started to falter. Falling over him. Her thighs shaking, not quite getting the movement she needed. She let out a cry of dismay.
Tsok, like the good fuck toy he was, took over. He jerked his hips, thrusting up. Nearly upsetting her seat, but hitting deep. Shemoaned, fingers digging into his muzzle. But he loved that tiny bite of pain from her little claws. Her thighs tightened around his hips, but he knew she wasn’t trying to keep him still. It was only to gain just a bit more leverage as she teetered right there on the edge. Her entire body trembling and pulsing as she gasped-
“I love you. I love you! Fuck, I loveyou!”
She shattered, her entire body tensing over him as the grip of her cunt broke him. He roared through his still-closed muzzle, hips jerking up, filling her. Wishing he could just grab her hips and yank her down, but the ties held against his uncoordinated attempts to break free.
Misty collapsed against his chest before he finished. His cock was still throbbing inside her, lazily shooting out the last of his seed as she laid sprawled out there, panting. Her hand slipped from his muzzle, down the side of his head where she began lazily scratching at the base of his ear. He groaned from the pleasure of it. The feeling wasn’t the electrical, sexual stimulation of her grabbing his tail, but it was certainly a good, comforting feeling. He’d only come twice. He had so much more in him. But she was making no efforts to continue. Tormenting him all over again.
He loved it.
His hips finally dropped back onto the couch. Somehow, despite the satisfaction of their lovemaking, the air was still charged between them.
“I cannot wait to marry you,” Misty said, turning her head so she could smile at him. “I really do love you, sugar.”
Lifting his own head, he nuzzled her as much as he was able. “You know, I feel the same.”
She chuckled. “You sound surprised.”
“I am surprised. Marriage isn’t part of my culture. So, I didn’t think it would mean anything to me outside of what it means to you.” He felt his expression softening. “But I am excited. I’m eager to lay claim to you in as many ways as I can. Maybe Boktare has a point about needing to make sure there’s a process, because if there wasn’t, I don’t think I would be able to hold back anymore.”
Misty laughed. Her body rocking over his cock, making him groan. “Goodness, Tsok. Maybe don’t mention Boktare while you’re still inside me.”
He growled, dropped his arms. Still tied, they fell over her head, trapping her against him. She made a very good point. He didn’t like hearing another male’s name from her mouth right now.
She blinked, surprised, but then her expression turned wicked and seductive. Like she knew exactly what he was thinking.
And as she kissed him, he thought that she probably did.
Chapter 37
Misty
