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He panted. “I can stop,” he told me, his voice strangled. “Give me a hisec. I swear, I can stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I groaned. “Please, please, never stop. Do this forever.” It, uh, it feltreallygood. I never felt anything like that before, not even with a toy or something.
His face collided with my back. He nuzzled me there, wheezing, hot breath from his nose on my spine, through my shirt. His lips found me there. He licked my spine.
I sighed. I undulated my hips—tried to—couldn’t—he was holding me in place while that lovely wondrous protuberance between his legs worked me in sweet, perfect surges.
His teeth scraped me, and then he had my flesh between his teeth, the place where my shoulder met my neck, the skin there. He wasn’t biting hard, not hurting me, just sort of holding me in place.
I shuddered.
My core clenched—not an orgasm, but getting there, an indication I was eager and ready to come for him, to come right on him there, right against him while he held me in place and wouldn’t let me move, while he played me like I was a musical instrument.
He growled again, a rumbling that seemed to vibrate through me in a primal way.
I gasped.
My hips moved again, an involuntary movement.
He dug his fingers more deeply into my skin. “Stay still,” he ordered into the skin at my neck.
“I…” I was losing it. “I can’t help it.Please.”
“When you struggle, it makes my pleasure cock—it makes me—it’s hard tothink.”
Pleasure cock, huh? That’s what he called it? “Your pleasure cock is what’s caressing my clit?” I gasped.
He just groaned his assent, teeth back in my neck, worrying me there.
“Does it feel good for you?” I whispered. “Can your pleasure cock come?”
He jerked against me, his hands moving from my hips. Now, they were banded around my waist. His pleasure cock slid over my pussy, three sweet, slippery strokes, rubbing my labia, rubbing my clit, rubbing meeverywhere. His teeth dug into my skin at the same time. The effect was bursting pleasure in my core and bright pain at my neck, and they swirled together into something intense and confusing and exciting.
His pleasure cock rippled again, right into my clit, and I felt my pleasure suddenly gather up, like beads of oil all coming together, and I crested in a blinding sweetness.
Only to burst, as if the beads of oil scattered yet again, raining down in wave after wave of pleasure as my orgasm went through me.
His teeth released and he licked me there, frantic. “Shei,” he moaned. “Shei, shei, are you…?”
“Yes,” I managed. “Yes, yes,yes.”
And I felt a shudder go through him, answering movement against me, his pleasure cock seeming to send off little jolts that radiated out—like the things that had been teasing me, but less measured, jerkier, more intense.
So, itcouldcome.
And, hmm, I liked this, this pleasure cock he had, that was so perfect at wringing pleasure from me, that had orgasms that were like my own. I liked it a lot. Maybe donen men were just a step up from every other species I’d ever fucked before.
I giggled, turning my head, my mouth seeking his.
His lips found mine and we kissed—a long, wet, frantic joining of our tongues while he held me close against him and the bottom halves of our bodies stopped twitching.
Then he released me and the weight of him settled against me, and I got pressed into the speeder seat, which wasn’t comfortable, because it bent the other way, and I made a noise of protest, and he rolled off of me.
But this meant that his pleasure cock came off, and I made a little mew of disappointment when it slid away. I thought it might be sort of perfect to fall asleep with it on me, like we could spoon, and it could cup me from behind, just gently caress my pussy?
I slid down to the floor of the speeder and lay my cheek against the seat and moaned.
He breathed.
