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“The mating call,” he says. “It never lets me rest, not since I saw you. My cock is hard even when I have important things to do.”
“How could I be so cruel?” I tease.
“Make up for it by sitting right here,” he says, pointing to his face. “I won’t abide anymore tears unless humans can cry from coming too hard too many times.”
I do as I’m told, slowly learning not to argue with him about giving me pleasure. If he weren’t about to bring me home, I’d worry about becoming spoiled. He can’t get enough. I settle myself on his mouth and let him start all over again. Kalla’s tongue works wildly, and the tingling saliva intensifies every flicker of pressure on my clit. My pearl, as he calls it… He worships it, eyes peacefully closed as if my pussy could rock him to sleep.
We stay like that for what could be minutes or hours because my soul nearly leaves my body. I absently stroke his hair as he alternates between lazy teasing and unrelenting assault on my pussy. He brings me to climax twice more until I’m a quivering mess. On my final finish, I’m grinding myself on him in a desperate frenzy.
When I catch my breath, I shimmy backwards, breaking out of the tight hold he kept on my thighs.
“Oh God,” I groan, pushing a sweaty strand of hair off my cheek. “I want you inside me.”
“You said you were concerned about my size.” His brows are furrowed.
“I changed my mind,” I whine, desperate for it.
He taps his tongue absently. “Did I accidentally slip you my saliva…?”
“No,” I say. “But I’m so wet it’ll make it easier. Please… I won’t push myself—”
“I adore your begging, but you don’t need my permission for that,” he says quickly. “Only take what’s comfortable. You shouldn’t hurt. Not tonight. I won’t allow it.”
Well, I’d better keep the dull throb in my throat to myself. I might be hoarse in the morning. But I nod at his word, that desire to obey him creeping up on me. He helps to position me, as I’m losing all control of my limbs.
Once I’m poised over his cock, I grasp the base of him and guide it in.
He throws his arm over his mouth as the tip slides in easily. Even that part of him is girthier than any other dick I’ve experienced. But the head feels amazing as it stretches me. My body was prepared for that much, soaked as it was. Then I sink down slowly, testing how far I can stand it.
A strangled groan comes from him.
I pause as I reach my limit. I’m so full I could burst, but he has more to give me. I rock my hips to use the pressure. The fullness makes it so even the slightest roll of my hips causes a chain reaction of sensations.
“Mmpphhh.” The muffled moans Kalla makes sound painful.
I grab his arm to find he’s left an impression of his teeth on the inside of his forearm.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“My hips want to rut,” he tells me, gritting his teeth.
I grind my hips on him and then press down. The pressure makes me gasp as his tip stabs deep inside. But as I rock more, back and forth gently, the pain makes way for pleasure.
“Go ahead,” I say.
“Kaye,” he warns. “You already feel so tight, and I see you wincing. You can’t hide it from me, remember?”
“But haven’t I been so behaved?” I ask him, playing on that little kink of his, the one I’m not sure he’s fully aware of. “Didn’t I sit on your face and come for you like a good little girl?”
The look on his face— purely devilish desire— makes me feel very powerful.
“You did,” he purrs, sliding his fingers from my knees to my hips, scratching my thighs along the way. My skin pebbles to goosebumps where he brushes. I lift until his thick head is all that’s clinging at my entrance before sinking down again. He jerks up to meet me, gaining ground with a slight pinch.
My moan is half a scream.
