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I bite down on my bottom lip. “Please… Tease me, fuck me, use me all night.”
My mouth drops open. Did I really say that?
His wicked laugh makes my spine tingle. “You’ll have to do something for me first.”
“Anything.”
He claps an invisible tentacle around my mouth.
“Suck it, like a good human,” he growls.
My eyes widen. “Wait, what?”
“You asked me to use you,” he growls. “Have you changed your mind already?”
“Of course not—”
Something sharp spanks me across the ass. Another tentacle?
I part my lips and let him slip the tentacle over my tongue. It’s warm and smooth, with a coating of something briny that reminds me of the sea.
“Good little mate,” he says.
My insides warm at his approval.
I swirl my tongue around the tentacle, looking for sensitive spots or at least a way to take control of the situation, but his eyes narrow.
“More?” he asks.
I nod through my mouthful.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice breathy as he shoves the cock-shaped tentacle toward my throat. “I knew you could take it.”
The appendage hits my gag reflex, and I breathe hard to stop myself from choking. Somehow, I want to prove to him that I can take him all.
His eyes glaze with lust, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes as he pistons in and out of my mouth. When I blink, they slide down my cheeks, but a tentacle slithers up the side of my face to catch the tear.
The monster stands in front of me, his huge erection within grabbing distance. Why is he making me suck his tentacle when I could give him a blow job?
As he builds up a steady rhythm, I force breaths in and out of my throat, making the tentacle fellatio somewhat survivable. My eyes continued to stream, but none of the tears so much as reach my chin.
“Look at me,” he growls. “I want to see you cry.”
My gaze travels up his glorious body and into that grinning face. He no longer looks like an angel to me but the wickedest of demons.
“This is what you wanted,” he growls. “The chance to look upon your mate while we fuck. Well, here I am.”
I reach out with a trembling hand toward his erection, but he slaps it away.
“You will earn the right to touch my cock, little mate,” he says.
A shiver skitters down my spine. He doesn’t even sound like himself anymore.
“Take off your clothing,” he says, his voice thick.
I reach up and fumble with the buttons of my shirt, but my fingers won’t cooperate. Not with every ounce of sensation concentrating on the furnace between my legs.
“Hurry up.”
