Page 28 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
My eyes fall to the tent in his sweats.
I move to take care of it, and he stops me.
“Not yet, Kitten. My cock isn’t like a human’s.”
“It’s okay.”
“I know…but just watch me tonight, okay?”
Chapter 8 – Xander
Idrop my sweats, and Evangeline’s eyes widen.
Gargoyle cocks are long and thick and bulbous throughout. The tip extends, curving to stimulate the G-spot or the prostate. And the base expands at the height of pleasure, knotting inside to make sure all my seed is spent and not one drop is wasted.
Like my tail, my cock can also vibrate to enhance my partner’s experience.
Evangeline’s pussy was neglected by that low-life of an ex, and I’m determined to make it right. But first, we need to stretch her out, prepare all her holes so she solely feels pleasure.
She should only feelpain if she asks for it.
She seems to like it rough. I’d love to tie her up and let my cock, tail, and wings fuck all her holes.
My fingers wrap around my shaft, and I squeeze before fisting up and down the length. Pre-cum leaks out of the tip.
Evangeline sits on the edge of the bed and watches like a good girl. She licks her lips, and her hands clutch the sheets.
She desperately wants to touch me, to have me in her mouth.
My strokes are slow because if I go any faster, I’ll come. I’m too worked up after making Evangeline orgasm thrice. I keep remembering her sounds, her whimpers and moans caused byme...yeah, I’m not going to last long.
“Come on me, Xander. Come in my mouth. Wherever you like,” she says, clearly seeing that I’m close to losing it.
“Fuck, why are you perfect?” I grind out.
I speed up my fisting, and Evangeline sticks out her tongue, begging to have my release in her mouth.
A beautiful sight that sends me over the edge.
I should warn her, but it’s too late. I come. Thick ropes fall on her tongue and chin, down to her breasts and stomach.
It’s...a lot of fucking cum.
Evangeline swipes her finger through the jizz on her chin and shoves it in her mouth.
Her eyes widen. “Holy shit. Why does it taste so good?”
Her words make my heart kick in my chest. I can’t tell her that it’s likely because she’s my fated mate. It’s too soon, and I don’t want to scare her away.
I first suspected it the moment we met. It explains why I feel such an intense attraction to her. I mean, just her photo on the dating app took my breath away.
But then we met in person…the way my heart felt as if it was being ripped from my chest because if she’s my mate, my heart belongs to her. The way she can see my true form, which no human should be able to do. If she’s my mate, no gargoyle masking will work against her.
And now…the way she takes pleasure in mypleasure...her cunt was delectable, better than any partner I’ve ever had. Sex between mates is always heightened, the bond nearly making us addicted to each other.
It will only become stronger if she accepts me, and we bind our souls together.
“Come on,” I say and hold out my hand. “Let’s clean you up.”
