Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I’m almost there,” I warned, feeling as though I was spoiling it by being so easy to arouse.
“It’s okay, Twink. I want to see you reach the end.”
“What about you?” I asked, panic setting in.
“Please let me do this for you.” The seriousness of his words, coupled with the way he was working me up, was too much for me.
I reached behind me, gripping the edge of the sofa as my climax ripped through me, waves surging powerfully through my nerves, sparks flashing before my eyes as I called out. Ropes spread across my abs, some settling around my navel, when one stroke from Daddy against that spot was like a button that sent another band up to my chest, beside my nipple. I gasped, collecting myself, like my body was in shock from the pleasure.
His tentacle milked me dry, then relaxed around my cock before pulling away. As he crawled over me, his tentacle slid up my body, twisting around behind my neck. I don’t know that I’d ever felt so safe in my life, as it coiled around my throat. Suddenly one didn’t feel like nearly enough.
He moved close for another wet, tongue-filled kiss, and I couldn’t fully appreciate it, not when there was still work to do.
“Daddy, I want to return the favor,” I said when I finally managed to pull away.
He seemed surprised by the desperation in my tone. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Can I suck you off?”
The grin that pushed across his face assured me he wouldn’t have any issue with that.
“Oh, I guess you learned that phrase in the park?” I teased.
He laughed. This was one of the things I enjoyed about being around Daddy—it wasn’t just hot, it was fun.
As much as I could’ve stayed enveloped by him forever, I couldn’t suck him off and bask in this at the same time, which meant he had to relax back, rising onto his knees.
While he was servicing me, I hadn’t noticed just how hard he’d gotten, but he was a rock.
And it was big.
Maybe even too big.
Definitely bigger than any guy I’d ever been with.
My jaw dropped, mostly from shock, but I had to wonder if it was an instinct to test to see if I’d even be able to fit it.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Knowing he could read me made me self-conscious of my worry, which I pushed past as I sat up, adjusting, his tentacle relaxing around my throat as I got on my knees on the sofa cushion. A mix of fear and eagerness battled it out within me, though I’d felt the same about the tentacle, and now I didn’t want it to leave my body.
And I was a determined twink.
I wet my lips before starting down the head, opening wide, ready to attempt to manage his girth. As I descended onto him, his shaft forced my mouth open even wider, stretching me to my limits, but that only excited me even more. It was a game, a challenge I had to win.
It’d been too long since I’d had a cock against my tongue, and between the time away from one and how worked up Daddy had gotten me, I was feral for it. Maybe, in a way, I felt it was my job to show this alien how good a human could be to him. Or maybe I was just trying to return the favor for how good he was to me.
“Oh, Twink…” His dick throbbed in my mouth, pushing against the inside of my cheeks as I serviced him.
I started off slowly, working my way down, needing a hand to help me since it was too ambitious to take him all the way repeatedly, but I still did my best to take as much as I could each time, occasionally making it to the base. And when I felt him at the back of my throat, I was proud I didn’t gag.
While I kept working him up, his tentacle trailed along the back of my neck, then spiraled around my waist, and the way my skin was still hypersensitive from my orgasm made it feel incredible.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he said, which only made me keep going with even more determination, as though it was my mission to get him to the end. “Please, Twink. I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t pull off.” It was a warning, but it only made me that much more feral for him. It was hard to tell if it was just my own desire or this Furker part of him that was designed to turn me on. All I knew was, I wanted every fucking drop.
I pulled off, rushing out, “Come in my mouth.”
It’s not the sort of thing I would’ve done with a stranger. Definitely not with him on the first night, but by now, it was like I didn’t have any choice. My body demanded that I have this.