Page 52 of Bela's Bounty
I sink into his kiss, savoring everything about it, from the feel of his lips on mine, to the feel of his breath across my skin. Lifting my hands, I slide them along the sides of his face, where his scales are soft and supple. My fingertips skirt his small ears that are pressed tightly to the sides of his head as I return his kiss with everything in me.
I’ve never been called anyone’s gift before, and I sure as hell don’t know what to think about being someone’s fated. But right now, in this moment, I want to be whatever Treto thinks I am.
He kisses me slow and deep, with his lips and tongue and teeth. “I want to feel your touch,” he rumbles against my lips. Bracing himself with one hand, he slides his other hand over mine and begins to slowly drag it down his face to his chest.
At his hands’ urging, I fan my fingers out, dragging them over thick scales and tense pecs. Down and over his washboard stomach until my fingertips pause at the waist of his pants.
“I want to feel your hands everywhere,” he breathes, flicking the opening and then pulling the sides apart to reveal… more soft scales.
Turning my wrist, he slides my hand into his pants. His hips flex against my touch, and he groans as I cup the sexless anatomy between his legs.
I’m confused for a moment, but then I feel it. A twitching just beneath his skin.
“Ah,kurva,” he groans when I slide my hand against the bulging flesh, palming him. He must keep it—them—hidden inside.
“I want to see, Treto,” I whisper.
A shudder ripples through him with a groan that sounds pained, and his fingers squeeze around my wrist just before something hot andheavy thrusts into my hand. Reflexively my fingers curl around the thick shaft. No.Shafts.
“Holy fuck!” I breathe, my eyes peeling wide as I crane my neck to look down at histwovery human and very erect cocks. Stacked one on top of the other, I might have been able to wrap my fingers all the way around one, but both of them together? I do the best I can, as I slowly slide my hand from root to glistening tip, dragging another groan from somewhere deep inside of Treto.
I’m not quite sure how I fell into a monster porno, but when Treto’s hips roll to meet the next slide of my hand and his chin kicks up as if it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, I decide I’m all in.
“Tell me what to do,” I whisper, letting my legs fall further open so I have a little more room to work. “I’ve only ever managed one dick at a time, so you’ll have to help me. Show me how you like to be touched.”
With a groan, he thrusts up into my hand again. “I love everything you do, Bela.”
A smile curls my lips, and I start to stroke him faster. I squeeze my grip around him on the downstroke, twisting my wrist on the up, until Treto is growling with each thrust of his hips.
“Are you close?” I whisper up at him, reaching down so I can take a cock in each hand without losing my rhythm.
“I’m sokurvingclose.”
“Good.” I let go of him and tilt my chin up. “When you come, it better be inside of me.”
