Page 68 of My Tiny Giant

“Shall we try this?” Agan leaned closer, opening his mouth.

His lips fit perfectly around the tight bud of my nipple. Hot and slick, his tongue flicked along the very tip of it.

“Oh God, Agan...” I moaned, rolling my head on the pillow.

Heat flooded my lower stomach, throbbing with need between my thighs. With a shaking hand, I reached down, needing to do something about the achy pressure.

He lifted his head up abruptly, the nipple popping out of his mouth.

“No.” He fixed his stare on me. “I told you no touching yourself. Hands behind your head.”

Caught about to break his order, I obeyed wordlessly, sliding both hands under my head on the pillow.

He nodded, satisfied.

“Nooow,” he dragged the word out, his tone softening. “I can’t forget about this beauty here.” He turned his attention to my left breast, putting his mouth around its tip.

The scrape of his fangs couldn’t be helped—my nipple filled his entire mouth, pressing against his teeth. The slight prickling of his sharp canines, however, only added to the thrill spurring my desire.

“Please...” I moaned, stretching through my entire body as another swell of arousal rolled through me.

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely.” Letting go off my breast, he sat in the middle of my chest. “Can you sit up, please, my giant woman?” he said with a wink. “It’ll be faster this way.”

“Sit up?” I rose on my elbows, and he slid down my belly, using my body as a slide.

“This is fun!” He laughed. “In more ways than one.”

He jumped onto the sheets then turned to face me. Propping his hands on my thighs, he held them open.

Completely exposed like that, I fought the urge to close my legs, lest I crush him between them.

“Keep your hands above your head at all times,” he warned, sternly. “Or I’ll tie them to that planter over there.”

“Yes, Agan,” I breathed out. Excitement warred with mortification inside me. I tried hard not to think about the unobstructed view of the most intimate part of my body that he currently had.

“So lovely,” he murmured, raking his fingers through the trimmed hair between my legs then spreading me open wide for his viewing pleasure. I felt his fingers trailing gently along my folds then skimming around my opening.

His obvious admiration eased my self-consciousness, leaving nothing but the pleasure of his touch.

“What are you planning to do? Ah—” Air left my lungs in a rush as he placed his hands on the hot, throbbing bud between my folds.

“This,” he purred, rubbing his hands, gently at first then increasing the pressure. “That’s what I’m going to do until you scream.”

“Oh...” I rolled my head on the pillow. Heat swelled between my legs as pleasure rippled through my body in ever-increasing waves.

“Shh.” He reached down, cupping some of the slick moisture seeping from me, then kept rubbing, slightly alternating the strength and the pattern of his movements. “Don’t try to talk, my sweet. Just feel.”

Obeying him was so easy. I closed my eyes, surrendering my body to his hands.

“...And moan,” he added. “Moan, Emma. Let me know when I’m doing it right for you.”

Everything he was doing down there felt right. So, so right. The sensations grew, building up to an unbearable level.

“Squeeze your breasts for me,” Agan commanded in a raspy voice. “Stroke your nipples, Emma.”

Blindly, I gripped my breasts, rubbing the tips with my thumbs. My hips bucked with an intense, new charge of pleasure rocking through me.

“Good girl,” Agan muttered softly, pressing his hands harder and increasing his speed.

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