Page 28 of Tentacles and Teeth

My current concern was how to put the sparkle back in my sweet girl, and I had a plan that I was pretty sure would work. With a little help.

When her heartbeat had steadied and her breathing calmed, I kissed the top of her head and spoke.

“We can give you all the time you need, love.”

Katarina reared back, mutiny in the hard furrow of her brows. She closed her mouth with a snap when I shook my head, letting her see the lust in my eyes as they started to glow.

“But I gotta have you now, Katarina. You smell so fucking good. I’ve been on edge all day with your scent following me everywhere.” I leaned in until her breaths were fast little puffs on my lips, and drew the tip of one of the tentacles that had pleasured her sweet pussy at lunch between our mouths, nostrils fluttering as I inhaled.

Her eyes widened, lips parting, and I pressed in. She opened wider, hips twisting against me as she tasted herself, her hot little tongue fluttering.

I cursed, hunger rising in me as I pumped into her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm.

“Fuck, baby. Right here, right now. Please say yes.” I pulled free of her mouth, feeling the wild pounding of her pulse as I wrapped my tentacle securely around her neck.

Katarina’s pupils expanded until only a sliver of warm brown remained. “What about Fenn?” she asked, but her fingers were already groping at the waistband of my pants.

“He’s a big boy,” I dismissed, humor fizzing as his barely audible growl whispered through the door. “He’ll figure himself out. Say. Yes.”

“Yes.”

It was a demand laced with a whimper, and dark relief burned in my chest. I whipped her around, bending her forward over the counter. Tipping her chin up with the tentacle still wrapped around her throat, I met her gaze in the mirror. She was flushed and panting, but as our stares connected, she grinned. Arching her back, she circled her ass against me and pushed out her ample tits for my appreciative gaze.

There she is. That’s my girl.

I wrapped a tentacle around her right thigh and pulled it high to the side until her knee rested on the edge of the counter. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I ran my fingers up her delicate petals. “Oh, baby, you’re soaked. You need to come, sweet girl?”

A long moan was her only answer as her hips circled, desperately seeking the fingers I kept just out of reach.

“Yeah, you do.” I flipped up the skirt of that damned fuck-me dress, breaking our stare long enough to look down and see her bare ass and the juiciest fucking pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of eating. My mouth watered. “Gods, you’re so gorgeous. Divine.”

“Don’t talk,” Katarina ordered. “Fuck me. Make me come.”

“As my lady commands.”

I dropped to my knees, burying my face in the hot juncture of her thighs. At the same time, I pressed her upper body flush to the counter, bringing that dripping center perfectly in line with my hungry mouth.

Breathy curses fell from her lips as I laved my tongue across her swollen clit, sucking and rubbing it between lip-covered teeth. Her cunt was hot and wet, and I pressed deeper, uncaring that I couldn’t breathe as my nose delved between her folds.

She was so fucking lush. The slick lips of her pussy were silky against my face, slipping and sliding with every eager roll of her hips. Her ocean and honey flavor was everywhere, and I drank it down greedily.

When black spots danced across my vision I finally pulled back, but only long enough to suck two heaving breaths. Her disapproving groan rose into a shout of relief as I thrust my tongue into her core, licking her deep inside.

I gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide as I tongue fucked her pussy and rubbed a tentacle in tight, fast circles over her clit.

“Sid! Gods, Sid, yes!” she moaned, hips snapping back and forth.

I tightened my hold on her ass, fingers leaving bruises as I kept her still for my voracious mouth. Her channel pulsed, but I didn’t stop to lick up the honey that dripped down my chin as I relentlessly drove her higher.

“Fuck!” Katarina screamed as her whole body seized. Then she was shaking, the clenching spasms of her orgasm fast and hard around my tongue.

Snarling, I ripped my face away and thrust to my feet. I pulled her up with the tentacle around her throat so I could see every inch of that beautiful body in the mirror as I slammed two fingers deep in her throbbing, pulsing core.

She spasmed around me, sobbing, and I withdrew only to press in a third finger before setting up a pounding rhythm that made her gorgeous curves quiver and bounce as I worked her to a froth.

Her eyes were wide and shocked in the mirror and with each stroke she let out a sharp, gasping cry. The sounds strangled in her throat when I slipped a tentacle up her thigh, trailing it through her wetness until it too nudged at her clutching hole.

I slowed my fingers, pushing deep and twisting with a long sinuous movement. “Does my girl want more?” I whispered.

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