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“I’m gonna prep your little pussy and we’re gonna see if you can fit one of my cocks in you.” He grins.
“Lube me up, Daddy.”
I need to stop giggling. At my own joke, at my situation, it’s all hilarious though and completely unreal. Maybe it’s the saliva, maybe it’s the massive fucking weight taken off my shoulders, but I’m so freaking happy I was abducted by an alien.
The fact that he is hot as sin just makes it all the better. Ma’xon is like a wet dream I never knew I wanted. Watching him pop one of his beefy fingers in his mouth, I reach down to tease the opening of my pussy. A finger slips in so easily, but my muscles still squeeze. When I pull my finger out, it’s slick and shiny.
“Trade with me, pup,” he says, voice low and husky now.
As he lowers his finger to my pussy, I raise mine up to his mouth. We moan in unison, practically harmonising on instinct. My pussy grips onto him for dear life, trying to suck up any of that mating saliva it can. Ma’xon’s teeth barely scrape against my finger and my skin sings. He licks the juices off my finger slowly before he places it back in my mouth.
The mating saliva lube works magic on me. It’s giving me the best high I’ve ever had, but it’s not making me blurry like too much weed does. It makes everything more. I can smell the ozone on his skin and there’s a tart and salty caramel apple taste in my mouth. His finger slips in and out of my pussy with so much ease there’s a second I feel almost embarrassed.
Then he spits on my clit.
Everything in my soul pulses. My pussy clenches around his finger until I see god and all the angels. My body feels like a church choir, the crescendos of my orgasm echoing off all the dusty rafters that haven’t experienced pleasure in years. His thumb swirls around my wet clit, keeps my body singing for him.
Ma’xon hums, “That’s it, pup, you’re doing so good for me."
He leans over me, an arm on one side as his hips spread my legs wider. His cocks rest on my tummy and when I look down I imagine both of them stuffing me full. The little frills on the headtickle. A gasp more than a giggle comes out of me when Maxon starts to pump his finger again, crooking it up to tease me.
I can’t believe he knows this much about human anatomy. This is more prep and foreplay than I have ever gotten from a partner in my entire life. His pacing is tantalising and tormenting, but he is so consistent that I barely feel the second finger slide inside.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me either. The longer Ma’xon stares at me the more I want him—fuck me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all, but I’m already shaking on the edge of another orgasm. My hands grab on his shoulders and my hips press up to meet his thrusts to bring it on faster.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” I moan.
“Is it because your pussy is greedy for my cock?” he teases, thrusting deeper inside of me, but not quicker.
I nod because I can’t get any more coherent sounds out of my mouth. It’s moans and hiccupped gasps that are timed with him playing my pussy like he’s owned it for years.
The maddening motion of his fingers brings on a different feeling I’ve not had before. Not exactly the same as when I woke up, but fuck me this is the stuff you read about in trash women’s magazines or sexual health rabbit holes.
I’m going to fucking squirt.
I hope at least, but either way today, this week, is going to be an eye opening and no holds back experience for the both of us. I’m going to ride this wave until we are both exhausted and satisfied.
There is a gushing sound as my lower half rises a final time to meet him. Little droplets falling onto the floor and even more splattering across my thighs because he hasn’t stopped pumping inside of me. My pussy clenches hard and waves of post nut delirium wash over my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.”
Ma’xon kisses me again. His tongue slides through my lips and I’m surrounded by his taste. I lick at his teeth, the sharp points a touch of danger that make me shiver, make me hunger for more. My hands move to cup his face, to keep him kissing me like this. I never want to breathe again if it means he stops. But when he pulls back, he takes his fingers with him.
“Lax, look at that pretty pussy,” he groans. “Just one taste.”
With an ease I can’t understand, Ma’xon lifts me up and arranges me until he has my back pinned to a headboard. The pillows beneath my ass raise me up to a perfect height for his mouth as he settles down between my legs. It’s like he planned this moment with how perfect this bed is, helping to align our bodies for pleasure. His tongue is thick and long when he sweeps it through my folds. All the little taste buds rub against my clit until I’m practically screaming for more. It spreads more of that mating saliva over me until it drips between my butt cheeks.
“Ma’xon, oh my god,” I moan, grabbing on his fin.
“The taste of you, Odette,” he groans and looks up at me. “I want it every day and night until I am gone from this plane.”
His eyes are dilated until I can’t even see the grey of them. I’m lost in the wide black circles and leaning over to fall into them. How can he possibly be as lost to me as I am to him? A month of texts, a night of conversation, and he’s ready to spend the rest of his life on his knees for my pussy.
I’m soaked and empty. His tongue flicks over my clit and there’s a moment where I lose myself. Ma’xon works my body, holding me open for him while my fingers smooth over his fin, but my thoughts are somewhere else. My mind knows that my body has got this all covered. Whatever this feeling is, it’s warm and soft, like someone had put filter glasses on me.
While everything he does to my pussy is heavenly, there is more to this. I see his hips grind into the bed, his need for pleasure so adamant, but not as important as mine. The wayhe touches me, in that gentle and caring way, melts my heart. The hand on my side that squeezes me in close yet is so tender. The other is underneath me, wrapped around my low back to support me.
