I moan as I ejaculate, and a stream of white splashes right on Peony’s hands and belly, painting her. Pleasure rushes through me in a wave that nearly bowls me over. I buckle forward, and I grasp Peony’s shoulder to steady myself without realizing what I’m doing.
“Did you like that?” she asks.
I glance up, panting, and that mischievous smile is back on her face.
peony
Rupert just prematurely let off, and it was potentially the sexiest and most adorable thing a man has ever done in front of me.
His eyes are wide as he looks up, clutching onto me with one of those big, clawed hands like I’m the raft and he’s adrift in a storm. I’m absolutely covered with his cum, which I didn’t expect to shoot out quite so… enthusiastically. Rather like a water fountain when you’re standing in the wrong place.
“Wow,” I say. “Unexpected but not unwelcome.”
“Really?” Rupert looks aghast. “But I just… you know. All over you.”
I giggle. “I can always shower.”
Gently I release his cock, which is certainly the strangest of its kind. It’s huge, yes,huge, and wet all across the surface. It must stay inside the fur sheath at the base most of the time, protected there. Out like this, it’s vulnerable, pink and slick all over. The head is blunt, with a pebbly texture around the edge that’s strangely exciting. And there’s that ring partway up, too, and I wonder…
I wonder what that would feel like.
I’ve thought about it extensively.What would having sex with Rupert be like?But now it’s staring me in the face, that unusual beast between his legs, and I can’t help thinking about how it might fit.
Wouldit fit? A genuine question.
But oh, I think I want to know. It would be bigger than any cock I’ve ever taken, that’s for sure. It would probably fill me as full as?—
Rupert inhales a sharp breath, and his pupils grow huge and black.
“What did you think about just now, Peony?” he asks, lowering his head near mine so he can speak in my ear.
My breathing speeds up. Can he read my mind?
“I…” I swallow thickly. “I was thinking about how…” I can’t even bring myself to say it. “About how you would feel.”
His scaled hands smooth down my hips to the band of my jeans.
“Feel where?” He nips the lobe of my ear, and I bend into him as his claws drag over the fabric.
“Inside me.”
Rupert groans against my throat, then kisses his way down to my collarbone.
“Bottoms next,” he says, tugging on the belt loop of my jeans. Obediently I pluck the button and unzip them, pushing them down to my ankles and kicking them away.
Then I’m exposed too, and Rupert’s cock is fully engorged again, slippery and throbbing. I reach behind me without tearing my eyes away to feel around for the bed, and then I stumble back against it, pulling myself up to sit on the edge.
I give Rupert acome-hithergesture, and his brows go up. Then, a predatory smile crosses his face, which looks as natural as it does terrifying on his muzzle. If lions could smile, this is what it would look like.
He stalks toward me and bends over the bed, caging me in with his arms, his cock slipping across my belly. It pulls awhimper out of me to feel him so close, so intimately, this near to him potentially being inside me.
“You smell so good,” Rupert murmurs, kissing my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. But he pulls away before we can add tongue and continues down my throat. “So turned on.”
“Oh, you cansmellthat?” I ask. That explains a lot.
I can’t see his face, but I can feel that he’s grinning.
“Yes. It’s sweet, like the world’s most delicious fruit.” His lips travel down between my breasts, and he pauses at each nipple to lick it. Then he continues over my belly. “But also… it smells likeyou.”
