Page 54 of Squatch Out!
“Sean, please,” I pant, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes once more. “I want you.”
Carefully, he sets me down so he can tug at my shirt with his huge hands. I lift my arms, and he wastes no time pulling it over my head. When he plucks at the strap of my bra, I reach behind and unhook it. A soft growl rumbles between us when I let the soft cups fall to the ground, and then I quickly step out of my pants so we’re both naked—well, mostly.
Sean is covered in a dense coat of fur. My eyes land on where his hand is cupping himself. As I watch, he starts stroking. I’m mesmerized at the way his hand slides up and down until suddenly, a cock the size of my forearm extrudes from some sort of hidden pouch.
I’ve already seen it once before, but I’m no less shocked at the sight this time. The skin along his shaft is bright red, with a thick purple head that peeks out from the top of his foreskin, glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters as I wonder if he tastes different in this state.
He lets out a surprised grunt when I drop to my knees in front of him. He’s so thick that my fingers don’t touch when I curl them around the base of his shaft and guide him to my open mouth. I just want a little taste… for science.
The moment the tip of my tongue brushes against his soft crown, he lets out a deep moan that I feel all the way to my core. Tension flickers across his face while I lick a slow circle around his head before lapping at his damp slit, humming at the familiar salty and sweet flavor that bursts across my tongue.
Parting my lips, I moan when he rocks forward to slide inside my mouth. He’s much bigger in this form, and I have to stretch my jaw to manage his plump head. Dragging my tongue across the underside of him, I slowly stroke up and down his thick shaft while I manage a shallow bob with my mouth.
Cupping the back of my head with his huge hand, he sinks his thick fingers into my hair. Gently urging me to go a bit deeper. God, I want to, but he’s too big. When he presses too deep and I gag, he pulls back.
Licking his salty taste from my lips, I’m not ready to quit yet. I lean in to take him again, but instead Sean slides his hand under my arms and lifts me off the ground.
“I wasn’t done,” I whine.
He shakes his head and curls his arms around my much smaller body, holding me against his chest. This position pins my pussy against his cock, so it curves up towards his belly.
I wrap my legs around his hips and rock against him. Coating him in my wetness as I try to wiggle enough so his thick head notches against my opening.
Oh boy, he barely fit in my mouth. How is he going to fit where I need him most?
With his hands supporting my weight, I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his length. At my touch, he tips his head back with a moan as I slide him back and forth through my lips. I’m absolutely drenched, and I’m gonna need him nice and wet too. My breath catches when I drag him over my clit and then back down to notch at my tight opening.
“You’re going to be a tight fit.” I wiggle my hips a little more and he slips inside.
My breath catches as the tip of his head stretches me past anything I’ve ever felt before. He lets out a low growl and drops me down a little more, sinking in another inch.
“Slow,” I gasp when he rocks his hips up against me, pushing even deeper. “Just… Go slow.” My mind is eager to take him, but my body knows better than to rush this.
With one arm slung around his neck, I slide the fingers of my free hand between my legs so I can rub my clit. Easing the way as he rocks his hips and sinks another inch inside my tight channel.
Oh, God. The way he’s stretching me, it’s—not painful exactly, but it’s intense.
I circle my clit some more, then slide my fingers farther back, to where he’s stretching me so deliciously. Alternating gentle slides and teasing brushes, I work to loosen my tight muscles so he sinks deeper and deeper…. until he bottoms out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
SEAN
My knees are shaking so bad, I don’t know how much longer they’ll hold us up. The feel of her wrapped so tightly around my cock is going to be my undoing.
I can’t believe Olivia is letting me have her like this. I expected her to balk at the first sight of me. Instead, she stretched her jaw past the point of comfort while I slowly fed her the tip. And now I’m pushing inch after inch inside her impossibly tight pussy, and she’s taking me, letting me fill her up until there is no more room for me to go.
“Oh,God!” she gasps when my cock twitches inside her. I’ve filled her to capacity, but there are several inches of me that won’t fit. Still, she begs for more. “Sean, please.”
And when my girl begs, I want to do anything and everything to give her what she wants. Except for this, I don’t think I can give her this. Not without hurting her, and I’d never do that.
I drop to my knees, still holding her speared on my cock. She’s warm and tight and feels so good, but I can tell by the way her breaths keep hitching that I’m too much for her.
Leaning down, I gently lay her on the ground and then hook my hands under her knees, bending them up and out, spreading her so I can watch where I’m stretching her.
“Sean!” she cries out when I swipe my thumb up through her damp slit, then across the stiff little nub of her clit that she’s been working with her fingers. She squirms under me, lifting her hands to cup her breasts, and pinching her stiffened nipples between her fingers. “Please, I need you!”
Moving my hands so they circle her narrow waist, I hold her still as I pull back until she’s gripping my crown. Then slowly,carefully, I slide back in.
