Page 97 of Feral

I pulled back and stared at him, a thrill shooting up my spine.

“I’ve never done that before.”

He frowned and cupped both of my breasts. I filled his hands and it felt so decadent to have him squeeze them, run the claw of his thumb over the stiff nipples.

“No one has ever asked to slip their cock between these perfect mounds?”

I shook my head, a grin lighting up my face.

“Let’s do it,” I breathed.

“Really?”

“Yes, I…ah!”

In one smooth, fast motion, Fraser had somehow managed to scoop me up and stand up. Water cascaded off his fur but he didn’t care. He stepped majestically out of the tub, leaving streams of water in his wake.

“We’ll get the bed wet,” I protested.

“Do ya really care about that?”

It took less than five seconds for me to shake my head.

“Good, because my cock is ready to explode right now. You’ll be the death of me, lass, with this body.”

He laid me on the bed, and gave himself a mighty shake to get some of the water off him.

“Fraser!” I squealed as droplets hit me at full force.

He grinned down at me.

“I like the sight of you all wet.”

And he dragged his tongue up the outside of my thigh to my hip before laving my belly with nips and sucks.

“You know what I want,” he rasped against my skin. “What do you want?”

I bit my lip as an idea struck.

“I like toys. Are…are you okay with a vibrator?”

“Of course.”

“Some men aren’t, they feel replaced.”

He snorted.

“Only an insecure bawbag would be intimidated by a vibrator.”

My eyes went to his cock, so big and thick, a bead of moisture at its tip. Without thinking, I bent forward and licked it off.

He hissed and slapped his hand on the bed.

“Bad?” I asked.

“Och, lass…so good!”

I dove back to it, and though I could only fit the tip in my mouth, I gave it all the attention I could. I swirled my tongue along the foreskin and the pink head peeking out, I used my hand as he liked it in the tub. And as more of the salty moisture began to fill my mouth I groaned in delight. Fraser’s hand was in my hair and he was panting, his hips giving tiny thrusts. He couldn’t really fuck my mouth, he was too big, but I knew that he wanted to and that made me feel like a bona fide sex goddess.

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