His eyes widen considerably. “My cock?”
“You’ve never heard of a blow job?” I stroke my palms up his inner thighs. “When a woman sucks on a man. For his pleasure.”
I fear for his health when he starts to wheeze. “Darla, no. I don’t think I could survive.”
“You’re supposed to love it.”
“I have no doubt I would. I’d love it too much.” He crooks his finger at me, but I can see his hand is shaking. “Come. Let me hold you a spell while I calm down.”
I circle his shaft with my hands, molding it a slow upward stroke that causes more moisture to escape the tip. “Maybe I don’t want you calm,” I say, bending forward and licking his seed from the shiny head, a move that causes him to grip the arms of the couch, his expression a mask of arousal and disbelief over what I’m doing. “You left your whole life behind to come find me. The least I can do is say thank you.” I take a deep breath and slowly tunnel his pulsing girth into my mouth, letting my lips stretch around him, taking more, more, more until my throat spasms in protest. Eyes watering, I ride my mouth back to the tip, then stuff him deep once more, his guttural groan an utter delight to my eardrums. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper before my third, most powerful suck. A hard, whimpering one that makes his thighs shudder. “You were whale worth the wait.”
I have no time to prepare, before I’m tossed up into the air like a rag doll, my back landing on the mattress a split second later. And there he is, my whale turned human boyfriend in all his seven-foot glory, positioning himself above me with a lust-crazed look in his eyes, my skirt and bikini bottoms being torn from my body.
But I’m not scared. No, I’m excited.
I let him know by looking him right in the eye and spreading my thighs.
Moby
My little humansuckedmycock.
I can’t believe it.
There are still aftershocks shooting down to my toes. My loins are clenched in a fucking knot and I have a single-minded craving for her pussy now.Now. She sat on my lap, rubbing it on me until my shaft started to leak and then shesucksit? I am a rabid animal. My vision is red at the edges and wind is roaring in my ears.
Bury yourself.
FUCK HER.
“That’s right, little girl,” I say through my clenched teeth, my hand wrapping around her delicate throat. “Spread your fucking legs for me. Tell me it’s my hole.”
“It’s your hole,” she whispers, her luscious tits dewy with sweat. “Please take it.”
How she manages to be such a siren while clearly an innocent angel, I will never understand. I simply have to accept that she’s pure magic, thank the fates for giving her to me and gorge myself. There’s no other choice when she’s so sweet, so fucking naked, so fresh from noisily sucking my dick. I have no recourse but to guide my aching length to her breach and work the purple head inside, guiding myself deep even as she constricts, tightens, her body rejecting my inhuman size.
“Relax, little girl.Please.Don’t fight it.”
“I’m not,” she whines, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I want it. I need it.”
“I don’t want to hurt my human!”
“One big push, Daddy.” She arches her back, enticing me further. “Fill me.”
She’s driven me to a state of such sexual pain, I am not thinking straight. I am not sane when she offers me the lush riches of her young pussy. With a roar, I drop the weight of my hips and seat myself inside of her to the hilt, lust piercing my skin from all sides like flaming arrows. I hear her screaming and batting her hands against my shoulders, but I hump once nonetheless, my body taking control, and the resulting rush of sensation in my cock and balls is a heavenly ecstasy that no man deserves.
But my heart pounds for her. Pounds in the cadence of her name.
So I manage to hold myself still, even though my hunger rages. Even though she looks so delectable filled with my cock, the pretty petals of her flesh spread open, my horny trunk embedded between them, thick and ruddy.
“Are you in pain?” I choke out, my whole body shaking.
“Some,” she confesses in a whisper, but her fingertips skate down my torso, brushing my nipples. As if in the middle of her pain, she can’t help but give me pleasure, my little miracle human. Oh, how I treasure her. “Can you try moving again?”
“Yes,” I bellow behind my teeth, my hips slapping up and back once, my entire being stunned to the core by the resulting bliss. “You were made so tight, Darla. Fashioned for my agony and relief, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, her eyes like green smoke. “More, please.”
Triumph rocks me, and I fuck her in earnest, harpooning her between the thighs with my abundant inches, wet squeaks of her pussy accompanying my thrusts. Oh, those little squeaks, they drive me mad, drive me into her softness with more and moreforce, until she’s been ridden by a savagery that only she can tap into.
