Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Even so, it takes every sliver of control to maintain my position, my mouth against her clit, my fingers buried inside her, until she goes tense around me. “Thane!” Catalina’s back bows, and I loosen my grip around her waist to allow it.
But only for a moment.
I need her too much to allow her to recover. In fact, it’s likely better that she’s still limp with pleasure as I lower her until our hips are even. Goddess, she’s beautiful in every way, but especially in this moment. Her cheeks are rosy with pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded.
I fist my cock and give myself a rough stroke. My fingers are still wet with her desire, and the scent drives me wild. Still, I manage to control myself. Barely. “Yes?”
“Now. You promised.” She wets her bottom lip and meets my gaze. “Please.”
I don’t need further encouragement. I lift her in the air and angle my cock to her entrance. The size difference looks almost obscene, and if I hadn’t been intimate with humans in the past, I would doubt she can take me. As it is, the struggle will be to take it slow, to ensure her body has time to adjust to mine. My cock is adaptable by nature, but I want to make this good for her.
“Try to relax,” I murmur. After one last check of her expression, I lower her onto my cock. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly. It seems to take forever for my broad head to breach her entrance, but when it does, we both gasp. Tight. Too fucking tight. “Catalina.”
“I’m trying.” She breathes so hard, her breasts shake with each exhale. I pulse my tentacles against her nipples, increasing the suction a little, and she gasps. “Keep doing that.”
I slide her down another inch. Agony. This is agony. I never want it to end. “You feel so good.” I move my tentacles over her body, but I can’t say if I’m trying to soothe her or stir her. “Let me in, Lina.” I can’t stop staring at her pussy, at how my cock spreads her almost obscenely.
And yet she takes me deeper yet.
I make my cock pulse inside her. Just a little bit. Testing her response.
“Thane.” Catalina shakes, thrashing her head back and forth. “Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum again. You’re so big and whatever you just did feels wonderful.” The words pour out of her without artifice or intention. “It’s . . . I . . .”
I thrust, sinking the rest of the way inside her. Her eyes fly open, and she cries out. I need to slow down, need to check in, but pleasure has possessed me. It washes away all my best intentions. There is only Catalina, her pussy clamping so tight around my cock, I think I might die.
But I need her to cum again first.
I shift around so I can recline back on the rocks, bracing my hands behind me. “Look how perfect you are,” I croon. I don’t sound like myself. “A perfect little doll, designed for pleasure.”
“Thane, please.”
I use my cock to feel around inside her, watching her face all the while. She’s so expressive, I know the moment I found the spot inside her that will increase her pleasure. I pulse against that spot rhythmically. “Say it again.”
“Please.”
I use my tentacles to lift her slowly, until only the head of my cock remains inside her. “Again.”
Her eyes go wide when she realizes that my hands aren’t even touching her. Catalina bites her lip. “I don’t know if I hate this or love it.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shivers and shakes her head. “No. Make me ride your cock. Make me take you.” She whimpers, the sound so delicious, I can taste it on my tongue. “Use me like your little fuck doll. Please.”
You are not a doll to be used for others’ pleasure.
I don’t say it. I’m the one who first called her a doll. Can I blame her for taking up the mantle and running with it? A battle to fight another day. Right now, I need to make her cum before I blow. I lower her on my cock again. “Look how sweetly you take me, little doll. Like you were made for it.”
She shakes her head, but I can’t tell if it’s in denial or pleasure. “I hate this.” She’s so wet, she takes me almost easily now. Her voice is as ragged as her breathing. “I hate that you’re not touching me but you’re touching me everywhere.”
“I’m touching you.” I guide another tentacle around her waist and down toward her pussy. “Can’t you feel me, little doll?”
“Yes!”
I tease her even as I lift her again. I have another stroke in me. Maybe two. I need to make this count. When I have her nearly free of my cock, I focus on stroking her clit lightly. Not enough to make her cum—not yet—but enough to have her body tensing in my tentacles. “Tell me what you need.”