Page 13 of Stranded with the Kraken
“Arielle!” His arms close around me like iron bands at my back, and he pumps his hips several times, thrusting into me as if he can’t stop himself. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I cling to him, gasping for breath. His slick shaft powers into me, filling me so well, and that textured base rubs against my clit in the most perfect way. I’m so sensitive from his tentacles, I’m hurtling straight for my climax when he stops himself and lifts his head to gaze down into my eyes.
“You’re deleting the Bone-R app after this,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
He stares at me in shock for a moment, then the most beautiful smile lights up his face. “I am?”
“Yes.” I scowl at him, even as a deep flush works its way up my neck. “I’ll do it, too.”
“Really?” Jasper’s hands slide down my back. He palms the globes of my ass and gives them a squeeze, then thrusts languidly inside me. “Was it my kraken cock that sealed the deal for you?”
I pinch his side. “You know that’s not it. I just…” I trail off, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to share you,” I admit.
“There is no one else,” he promises. “I’ll delete the app. I won’t be needing it anymore.”
My heart swoops at his words. I’m not ready to ask what he means by that, and mostly I’m just relieved that he didn’t scoff at my order.
“You have to hold still now.” Jasper brings his forehead to mine. “Just for a moment, okay?”
I meet his gaze. “Okay.”
I trust him completely, and I hate to see the small frown line that appears between his eyebrows. He’s still worried I might not accept him. So I reach up to palm his cheek, then kiss his lips lightly. It’s a sweet caress through which I try to tell him how I feel. Jasper doesn’t attempt to deepen it either, only lingers with his lips against mine for a moment.
It looks like he’s concentrating hard, but I can’t figure out over what.
Then I feel it—the slight increase of pressure inside my pussy.
“What—?”
Jasper’s cock swells inside me, growing impossibly larger and harder. I gasp out loud. My hips jerk on instinct, but he’s holding me still, and it’s only now that I realize how completely he has me immobilized. If I got the drop on him earlier, I have no hope of doing it now. Two tentacles are holding my legs still, powerful coils wrapped around my thighs and calves, all the way down to my feet. Another secures my waist, an immovable safety band.
“Last chance to tell me to stop,” Jasper forces out through gritted teeth.
He’s hanging on to some precipice, still worried that I might reject him. And I get why it might seem that way—I’m tense and probably sweating nervously, all my muscles locked up. He scented my fear on me earlier, so he must be sensing it now, too.
God, is this what he had to go through every time he wanted to have sex in this form? Convincing his partner that he wasn’t going to hurt her?
I take a deep breath through my nose and let it slowly out through my mouth. Deliberately, I relax my muscles, first in my hands, so I don’t have a death grip on Jasper’s shoulders, then in my legs. Another slow inhale, and I soften my belly, breathing deeply. Finally, with some effort, I unclench my inner muscles, relaxing completely in Jasper’s arms. Then I look up at him, hoping I’m not too late—that he hasn’t already decided for me that this is too much.
But I find him gazing down at me in wonder. His nostrils flare as he drags in a breath, and then he groans in relief, his mouth slanting over mine. This kiss is a claiming, a surrender, and a thank-you rolled all into one. I understand everything he’s trying to tell me, and I kiss him back to reassure him that I feel it, too.
Then I tear my lips away from his and whisper, “I’m ready.”
I want him to know that there’s no more doubt in my mind.
Jasper caresses my sides, then brings his hands to my hips again and holds me still. “My cock will fill you up,” he rasps. “It’ll fit itself to your pussy.”
“Will we still be able to move?” I ask.
“Yes,” he assures me. “You’ll see.”
The girth of him is incredible. If he tried to stuff all of that inside me from the outside, I would have had trouble taking him. But there’s not a pinch of pain, only pleasure. He grows larger inside me, the slick length of him pressing against the walls of my pussy.
Then something brushes my clit, the touch featherlight. I shiver, about to compliment him on great tentacle use, when I peer in the blue water between us. A ring of smaller tentacles is growing out from the pocket around the base of his cock.
I stare down in shock. “What is that?”
“Fuck,” Jasper growls, “you have no idea how good this feels.”
