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His hand squeezes my backside, and then he strokes his fingers through the cleft of my cheeks, seeking my pussy. I squirm against his hand as I lap at his cock, licking him like a particularly juicy treat. Part of the pleasure in this is just learning him with my tongue, dancing over every ridge and feeling the flare of his cockhead as I lick my way up. I dip my tongue against the wetness pearling on the crown and the salty, bitter tang of him floods my mouth with its flavor.

I make a pleased sound, mouthing his length and holding him steady with my hand so I can utilize my tongue better. I take the head of him on my tongue and suck, hollowing my cheeks a little and then moving farther down on him, trying to take as much shaft into my mouth as I can. O’jek makes a low sound and then his fingers push into the slick well of my core, making a wet sound that takes me by surprise as much as the sudden touch does. I squirm against his hand, distracted.

“You are wet,” he murmurs. “All this because you like to suck my cock? You truly enjoy pleasuring me so much?”

He drives into me, thrusting his fingers, and I moan around the mouthful of cock I’m currently sucking on. His driving fingers are making it hard for me to concentrate, but I do my best, lapping and sucking frantically. I squeeze just below the head of his cock and swirl my tongue around the crown, and more of his salty pre-cum fills my mouth. I work him with my hand, mimicking motions that I remember Vuurash used. He was never gentle with Johani’s cock, and so I’m not gentle with O’jek’s. I work him with quick stroking motions, slathering him with more saliva when my grip is no longer as wet.

O’jek makes a frantic sound, and in the next moment, he’s pulling me off of him, his hands grabbing mine. “Too close,” he pants. “Too close and I want to come inside you.” He tugs me into his arms and kisses me so hard he takes my breath away. “You are far too good at that.”

I want to squirm with pride, but he’s flipping me onto my back on the rocks, his hands bracing me so I don’t hurt myself. When I’m beneath him, he kisses me again and then squeezes my breast. “Are these sensitive? I have not touched them before.”

“Oh,” I breathe. “The tips are, yes.”

He strokes a thumb over one tip, watching it tighten, and I whimper. With a groan, he clasps his fingers around the tip, pinching and lightly pulling on it, then releasing it to kiss me again. “I will have to play with your teats some other time, my mate. I want you too much.” His words are fervent, his hands desperate as he pushes my thighs apart. He leans over me, but one hand remains between us and he rubs my pussy, as if making sure that I’m still slick. O’jek watches my face as he presses two fingers inside me and I cry out, biting on my knuckle because it feels so good. He works his fingers inside me, his thumb grazing my clit, and when my legs jerk in response, he leans in, pressing my knees until they are practically at my shoulders. His cock brushes against my entrance and my entire body clenches with want.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says, voice ragged. His gaze darts over my face, hunger written in stark lines on his. “Yes?”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please come inside me now.”

He groans, and then the tip of him presses into my body. I suck in a breath, because the invading feeling of his cock pushing into me is like nothing I’ve experienced before, save the last time we had sex. It’s sharp and exquisite, and my body automatically clenches around him. I moan, grabbing at his shoulders as he continues to push deeper, his weight pressing me down onto the rock. It feels so good. It feels like too much. I love it all.

It’s like I can feel every ridge of his cock sliding into me, rubbing against my walls as he slowly pushes in. I dig my nails into his shoulders, desperate for more, and then I feel something finger-like brush against my clit.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, his body twitching over mine, and I swear I can feel those little movements deep inside my core. “Do you hurt? Are you in pain?”

I shake my head, whimpering. “S’good,” I manage. “All good. Keep going.”

O’jek groans and pulls back, and the ridges move out of me at impossible speed, and it feels like a chain reaction of sensation. Then he drives back into me again, and I groan. The finger rubs against the side of my clit and I cry out, my hand going between our joined bodies. His spur. Of course it’s his spur.

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