My fingers tangle in his hair, tightening, as my throat opens further for him.
This is a conversation that runs so much deeper than words.
Razul carries me to the circular bedroom and reclines on the pillows, holding me against his chest. I kiss him eagerly, breath quickening as I straddle his humanoid stomach, hungry for more skin against skin.
He’s infuriatingly patient, as if savoring every moment, slowly devouring a delicacy that refuses to be rushed.
His fingers sink deep into my muscles, dimpling my plush thighs and hips. The steady pressure forces me to relax, to accept the intensity of his attention.
Razul adjusts under me, then something warm and wet presses between my legs.
I whimper eagerly as Razul’s cock parts me, and the stretch makes my eyes roll back.
He cradles my face, then kisses the gasp from my lips as his cock throbs, swelling.
Razul starts a slow, steady pace, hitting every inner place just right. I whimper as my arousal drips down my inner thighs, wetting Razul’s stomach.
His kisses drift across my face and shoulders as his fingers alternate between caressing my hips and my breasts where they press against his chest.
I whimper with pleasure and overwhelm at the tenderness, approaching my edge slowly this time. His cock is so thick, and it reaches so deep, and every thrust sends my cunt fluttering.
My breath tightens, whimpers rising into whines.
Razul’s breath shakes under me, and his heat fills me, overflowing between my legs.
He cups my face, finding my gaze. There’s a ruddy flush under his cheeks, and he looks at me like I’m a revelation.
Heat coils at my core, and I gasp.
Razul’s hands sink into my hips, rocking me against his stomach in time with his thrusting. The rhythmic pressure onmy clit coupled with his cock hitting my inner spots is too much to handle.
I tremble, drawing in one last ragged gasp before I fall apart. The pleasure starts deep in my core, centered around the movement of his cock, then blossoms through my clit and floods my body in a blazing wave.
Razul pulls my mouth to his, kissing me deeply as his cock thrusts harder, sending me into a second climax.
Milk leaks from my breasts, running down his chest and sides.
Every squeeze of Razul’s hands and throb of his cock seems to say,Mine, mine, mine.
I moan with every perfect wave, and pleasure beyond what I thought possible carves itself into my neurons, ruining me for life.
RAZUL
I really meant to kiss her back to sleep, but I can’t keep my cock out of her.
And fuck, she loves it. Every eager whimper, every greedy squeeze—I’m powerless to deny her what she craves.
There is no greater satisfaction in this universe than watching her fall apart, leaning on my chest and squeezing around my cock. Every wave of pleasure, every moan of bliss, every whimper of ecstasy is a sweet victory, and I can’t get enough.
There are things I wish to tell her. Like how the pickier she is, the more I love pleasing her. The harder she makes it, the less I can resist it.
If I told her, she wouldn’t believe me.
So I will show her through every meticulously sampled piece of fruit, every precise and patient touch.
I will show her the pleasure I take in cleaning her play area, in bathing her body, in having her tucked against my chest.
As the spasms of her orgasm slow, I take a deep breath to steady myself. I gently ease her off my cock and turn her over, resting her back against my chest as I push upright.
