Page 52 of Invasive Species
“Arra-bellah,” he whispers, and that sends a flare right to my core. I love how he says my name, like he’s stroking it.
I can't take all of this battering ram of a cock, but I circle his head and press my tongue into the depression where a bundle of nerves would be on a human male. His hips shudder, scales glowing neon.
I start to suck and his little gasps and shudders give me motivation to tease more from him.
“I’m close, I’m going to… ahhh!” His fingers fist in my hair.
I hum, and there it is, an explosion of hot cum. It blows the rubber off but I manage to grab it in my back teeth before it goes straight down my throat. Shit, he goes on and on, filling my mouth with a sweet caramel aftertaste. Mm, I could eat this all day.
I lap up every drop, then look him in the eye as I swallow, because this is hot as fuck and I have zero impulse control.
“Good girl,” he says, astounded, as if he’s just remembered his lines from a play and says them with the wrong intonation.
Sitting up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and grin at him. “You’re welcome.”
Gara bands his arms around me, not seeming to mind the paint. I lay back on the canvas and he comes with, fingers tracing my sides. He eases my legs open wide and settles onto hisbelly between them, big shoulders pinning my thighs in place. He’s studying my nether regions like there’ll be a test later, his eyebrows dipped onto his serious face.
I ease my hand down there. “These are my labia. This is the vagina, and this little thingy here…” I tap it, sending a shock jolting up my spine. “This is my clit.”
“The clitoris,” he gasps, breathy like I’m showing him the holy grail. “I've read all about this.”
“You're adorable.” I give a happy wriggle.
His eyes flick up to meet mine. “You’re beautiful.”
That sounds like pure Gara. Serious and straightforward.
“Thanks. You’re sexy as fuck. Now, if you want to try a kiss down there, feel fre—oh!”
He latches on and goes to town.
I can’t get off with clit stimulation, needing a heavy hand rocking back and forth, but this is definitely doing something for me. His lips wrap around my folds bathing me in warmth, and his tongue eases inside me. He shifts to slide his fingers in to join, the increased pressure filling me and pushing out against my walls, waves of pleasure sliding up my body.
But it’s not enough.
“That’s good. More,” I urge.
He needs no second invitation, tongue switching to circle my clit and more of his fingers making their way inside me. He’s stretching me in all the right places, filling me up.
But I’m greedy. “More. More!”
He presses deeper and again I’m straining, stretched, but I’m ready now.
“I need your knotting cock,” I pant, a whine building in the back of my throat. “Put a ribbed rubber on it.”
He doesn’t hesitate, ripping the packet and jamming the condom on the peak of his pyramid cock. Shit, this isn't going to work, but I don't want to stop.
He glares at the condom like he's daring it to move, thengathers my hips and lifts me like a doll. I’m loose and try to stay relaxed as he angles me up with his monster throbbing lower cock. The tip flares underneath the rubber like a spear head, but it’s soft skin that presses against my entrance as he eases me lower.
It's like what I imagine being fisted feels like: a big, stretching sensation filling me to overflowing.
His upper cock is back up for more, and I grab hold of it one-handed, like I would the pommel of a saddle, the other around his shoulders to give me leverage.
“Gently, gently,” I whisper against his neck.
He eases me down, controlling my slow descent onto his huge thick cock. It fills me more, and more, and more, widening me, stretching me, and making my jaw drop.
“Is it acceptable?” Gara asks. He watches me closely, gaze roving across my face. “Is it too much?”
