Page 34 of Destroyed Desire
Gam suckles and kisses my neck until I’m a squirming mess. My pussy is soaked, my pants suddenly uncomfortable. I need them off. I need everything off.
“Time to get naked, big guy.”
Wiggling until he sets me down, I reach for the waist of his pants. I’m closer to his abdomen than his chest at this height and I’m quickly reminded of what I saw when he was naked in the pool. The thick, long cock hanging in all its majestic glory. It’s pressing against his pants, throbbing against the fabric. Licking my lips, I fiddle with the fastener at his waist. He helps, and the waist falls apart, the pants slipping down his narrow hips. Inch by inch, his manhood appears. I blink a few times because… wow. I was right. It’s a thick as my wrist. The tip is almost perfectly round, like a tennis ball, the big slit in the center slick with clear fluid. Gam kicks off his boots and sheds the pants. His naked body is almost more than I can handle. How can I possibly feel, touch, taste all of him at once?
He whisks me into his arms and strides back to the bedroom and sets me beside the bed. My hands splay over his tight middle and roam the expanse of his body. The soft scales. The hard, perfect muscles. The dips and rises and ridges. The hot tip of his cock bumping against my hands, leaving little wet marks against my skin.
How would that part of him taste? Realizing that I’ve been staring at his cock, I glance up to find him watching me. His big thumb sweeps slowly across my lips. I lick them, nervous, excited because I have no idea how it will feel in my mouth, what his flavor will be.
If I’ll break my jaw trying to figure it out.
His hands begin working the zipper and clasps at the back of my costume so I can’t bend down to do what I want. But I can touch… my hand gripping lightly, carefully beneath the fat tip. His shaft is covered in small, tightly pressed scales. I run my nails along them ever so lightly to see if they lift but they don’t. The texture; however, is amazing. How will all those tiny ridges feel inside me, while that huge tip fills up every inch of me?
Pressing my thighs together, I almost sob from the ache between them.
Gam groans from so deep in his throat. It’s animalistic, primal. I close my eyes to soak up the reverberations of it.
My clothing breaks free and Gam peels everything off me. Taking my hand, he leads me to an arched chair in the far side of the room. I hadn’t noticed it before. It has two humps and no armrests. He sits in the curve of the humps and leans back against the rise and pulls me forward to straddle him. There’s no way that I can settle in without sitting on top of his cock… or having it in me.
I choose option two.
Gam’s eyes blaze with a billion stars. I’m getting better at reading his emotions despite his eyes not showing expression the way mine do. He’s looking at me questioningly. And his hands go still on my body, giving me the chance to change my mind.
“You are sure?”
“Yes.”
“Our energies will combine.”
He grips his cock, presumably to keep it level with his body, but I move lower and rub myself against the root.
“Okay.”
“We are fated for this. But I want you to be sure.”
Grinding myself against his massive dick while trying to make a rational decision isn’t easy. There’s a lot of unanswered questions hanging between us. But I don’t overthink it because I don’t have to.
I smile. “I am very, very sure.”
Chapter Twelve
She is going to be the death of me.
I can’t stop touching her body. The curves fit in my hands as if she were made by the cosmos just for me. She’s soft and lush everywhere. The feel of her skin soothes the ache in my hearts and the stress in my mind. She is healing me and does not even realize it.
Fern grips myaxain her small hand and adjusts the tip in line with her body. Curious, I slide a hand between her legs. Soft lips and tight, smooth curls meet my touch. Wetness meets my fingers, and I can’t help but slip my fingertips inside. She jerks with a sharp moan, so I withdraw.
“No, no, do it again. It feels good.”
Encouraged, I slide my fingers inside her soft channel. It’s warm and wet and tight around my touch. Myaxathrobs to be encased by her body, but I’m enjoying the small moans coming from her mouth as I plunge my fingers in and out. She presses down each time I thrust my hand upward and grinds herself on me. I do it again, and again until she takes my fingers deep.
“Christ,” she says sharply. “That feels so good.”
I can see all of her from this position. Our height difference doesn’t matter as I lie back and against the rise in the chair while she straddles me. My chest is free for her touch, and she takes advantage by running one slim hand over my body. The other works the shaft of myaxauntil I can barely take another moment.
Pulling her forward, I taste one of her nipples with a flick of my tongue. Her toes curl where they rest against my lower legs, so I do it again. And again, pulling the hard peeks into my mouth and swirling them with my tongue.
Fern shifts and brings the tip of my axa to her wetness. Her thighs tense as she hesitates. The rise and fall of her chest becomes faster. She’s scared to take me in. It is nothing for a Talarion woman to take anaxaof my size, but what about humans?
