Page 37 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

I assumed he meant Marvel as in the Marvel Universe I had heard people discuss, but I wasn’t sure what it meant to be a “Marvel guy.” However, if Cheating Asshole was one of them, I already didn’t like them.

Instinctively, I rested my hand on his face and ran my thumb under his eye, catching the tear. I worried this response might have been strange, but he didn’t resist my touch.

There was clearly something on his mind…

“I…um…”

“Yes?”

“The tentacle thing…you mentioned those when you fuck…do those always come out?”

“It’s part of my true form. I find sex more erotic when they’re involved, but I sense by the way you’re mentioning them, that aspect makes you uncomfortable.”

“They sound strange, but also…kind of interesting. I’m curious about them, which I feel weird admitting to.”

He was curious about my tentacles? Oh, what that did to me.

He shifted his head, angling so he could see my cock, which was tight in the crotch of my shorts.

“Well, that got you even harder than you’ve been most of the movie,” he said playfully.

“Sorry, it seems this form makes it a struggle to keep from getting aroused.”

“It’s fine. Makes me feel real sexy.”

From the sensation he radiated, I hoped to make him feel real sexy as much as I could.

His gaze traveled across me, reminding me of the way he was the night we first met. Curiosity mixed with interest, the sort of look that assured me the instincts I had honed were perfectly suited for their purpose.

“I guess I’m nervous for a lot of reasons.” He thought about this for a moment, then rose onto his knees and straddled my waist.

I didn’t question him. It felt too good to say anything that might make him stop what he was doing, and the way his ass slid against my cock made me close my eyes, fully welcoming the sensation.

“I’m curious about something,” he said before licking his lips.

He didn’t have to tell me more of what he wanted, I already knew, but I didn’t interrupt, waiting.

“I’m wondering what it would be like to kiss an alien.”

“Would you want to find out?”

He nodded, leaning closer. It was impossible for me to deny him, so I moved fast, taking his mouth. As analytical as my species tended to be, all that was shut out when our lips met, and I allowed myself to follow my instincts.

His tongue teased mine while his ass continued shifting as though he was trying to drive me out of my mind. A powerful impulse radiated through me, and I hooked my arm around him, hoisting him up and laying him back on the sofa as I pushed my tongue farther into his mouth. He cherished it before gasping against my mouth, his body vibrating in a way that assured me of how much pleasure I was giving him.

I stroked my hand up under his shirt, massaging his flesh with my thumb. “Oh, you feel so good,” I confessed, consumed by this passion between us. I kissed away from his mouth, along his jawline, down his neck. His subtle movements, even theway he breathed, guided me along my path as I hiked his shirt up, offering a series of wet kisses between his pecs. I slid my hand around his side, settling at the small of his back, which I pushed toward me. I was feral with my passion, so obsessed with pleasuring him that I soon found my tongue teasing his navel before I offered a bite against his abs, a growl escaping my lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered.

As my breath hitched, I noticed his hard girth bulging in the crotch of his shorts. What would it feel like to have him in my mouth? To feel him responding viscerally to me pleasuring his cock? Licking my lips, I inspected his expression—all desire and curiosity. I ran my thumb across the small of his back. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Well, if you’re about to blow me, then I’d say that’s not gonna be an issue.”

A burst of excitement radiated in my chest as I found his zipper with my free hand, sliding it down to reveal the briefs encasing his cock—the barrier between us. I gripped on to either side of his shorts and briefs, dragging them down to reveal his hard, beautiful shaft, which twitched as though eagerly anticipating all the things I intended to do to it.

Given how quickly I got him into my mouth, it was like I’d blacked out, but soon I was pushing down, wetting him as he arched his back, whispering, “Oh, Daddy, yes.”

I moved without hesitation, only determination, exploring, listening as his body indicated the right movements that would please him. My own cock strained in my shorts to the point where I had to adjust as I continued taking him before a taste burst into my mouth. I was making him leak already, and that pleased me so much. I cherished the taste, my body only wanting to pull more from him.