The noises Kehl made, my god. I had the good feels shivers rattling me and they were multiplying as I took him deeper and the noises he was making grew.
I barely had myself a taste, taking almost all of him in one deep throated bob, pulled back for another, when he let out a deafening bellow, his cock began to jerk, and his essence spilled forth into my mouth.
Thick streams of creamy peppermint, white chocolatey mocha goodness tipped my lips. Every swipe of my tongue along his pulsing shaft gifted me with more, right when I was starting to wonder if he’d given all he had to give up to me.
The more of his essence I took into myself, the stronger, harder, that warmth low in my belly grew, until I was practically squirming in place, moaning as I sucked him off.
Kehl was the gift that kept on giving. Right when I wondered if that was it and he was finished, he’d thicken right back up and burst all over again.
I was too lost to what I was doing to realize he was speaking until I came up for air, adjusted my hold on his cock, and his words broke through.
“My purr-roo. Mine. So goot, my Purr-roo.My Purr-roo-mine.”
Leaning back, my hands slid over his thighs and I raked my nails down them, just like I’d been dying to. Kehl growled and his white flushed, molasses swirling gaze met mine.
Giving in to that urge that’s been riding me, my nails dug into his pale flesh and I sank my teeth into a spot on the thick muscle of his thigh.
Kehl’s hand clapped to the back of my head, pressing my mouth into his flesh harder. The tang of blood tipped my tongue. Kehl roared.
A fresh wave of that peppermint-y scent filled the air. Wetness splattered my shoulder, his chest to roll down a thick slab of abs.
Releasing his flesh, I shifted my weight and immediately wrapped my fingers around his length as he came in thick, ropeystreams splattering everywhere. My head dipped and I took him into my mouth, intent to catch every last bit of creamy goodness he had left to offer bursting forth.
There was too much. I couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough. Excess dribbled down my chin, my breasts, his groin, his thighs.
I was riding so high, so amped up, I felt like I might burst. My hand fell to my breast and I pinched it. My other hand left his shaft where it was pumping up and down his length as I worked him with my mouth, to glide through the wetness bathing my chest, gathering it to bring it to my aching slit and slip two fingers deep.
A mewl of a moan left me as I attempted to put myself out of my misery. My channel clenched around my digits, loud, wet, squelching sounds renting the air as I worked myself and him in tandem.
Kehl pulled me off of him suddenly. One moment I was having myself the time of my life, working towards a glorious finish, so close I could taste it, the next he was snarling, his dick popping free from my mouth, and then he was dipping down to snarl in my face, “MINE.”
As if he wasn’t baring his teeth angrily at me, at my fingers in my cunt in particular, my expression didn’t change. Releasing the grip I had on my breast, I swiped my fingers across my chin. Gathering the wetness still fresh on my face, eyebrows shooting up, I sucked my fingers right into my mouth.
Kehl was on me before I could blink. Yanking my fingers from my mouth, he was on top of me, pinning me down, pressing the underside of his cock to my aching heat to eagerly pump against me.
“I need you… Please.” I was babbling, mindless with need. I wanted him hot and hard and thick, buried deep inside of me, but he seemed rather reluctant to enter me.
I felt like if I didn’t have him inside of me somehow, right now, I’d die.
Fighting him to free my hands, I snapped and snarled as I tipped over, my channel pulsing, clenching around nothing, achingly empty.
Kehl came then too, bathing my stomach, breasts, clear up to my neck with his release.
The second he pulled away, I used everything I had in me to dump him off of me. Kehl flopped back to his ass, the fluffy tufted tail at his back slapping against his thigh noisily.
Crawling into his lap, I straddled him. Grabbing at the hair at the back of his nape, I assured him as I pressed right up against his still jerking shaft. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to, I promisss… I just need...”
Kehl grabbed for me and tried to lift me off of him, assuming I meant to ram myself down on his shaft and make us one. I fought his hold, his cock slipping behind to glide between my cheeks instead of between my folds.
Kehl growled but slowly gave up the fight as I shook my head and ground down onto his cock.
“We won’t make a baby, I promise,” I swore. “I just want to try… something…”
Kehl was still jerking, still spewing peppermint rivulets. I used this to my advantage as I lifted up enough to tease the head of him against that puckered rosette.
Kehl growled as I slowly worked him inside of me, one tiny press and shift of my hips as new sensations rolled over me, at a time.
Kehl was already coming, long before I’d taken all of him. He continued to do so as I ground myself against him. His eyes were wide, lips parted. Small, choked noises interrupted that constant growl as he gnashed his teeth and let me do what I would, what I needed.
