Page 43 of Hot Summer's Prey

“Mhmm,” I murmur, feeling all hot and bothered again with the way he’s moving under me.

I start to roll my hips over him.

“Hold on,” he begs, placing his hand against my belly to stop me.

I’ve stopped, but that little tendril of his hasn’t. I sit there in agony as he draws it out and in several times. Each time, the tendril collects the little pearls and stuffs them back inside me. My whole body tenses as I hold myself steady. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’m definitely into it. The way it drags along my insides has me wound up so tightly I feel like I could burst at any moment.

“Those aren’t gonna get me pregnant, are they?” I realize with a little nervous laugh.

Oh god, Teresa’s stuck in hornyville, making irresponsible decisions again. I’ve always been so good about protection with new partners, but I didn’t even think to ask. How does this work for him? He said his sifon isn’t for breeding, but what are those pearls and why is he—

Oh god, I’m so full of him—

—stuffing every single pearl inside me like this?

“Teresa, I need you to come,” he whispers. “Let me help you come, my pearl.”

The pet name twists my mouth into an amused smile. His pearl—like the precious gemstones, or like what is between my legs? I suppose either way it’s cherished. I’m cherished.

“Do you like your ass played with?” he asks, massaging his hands down my thighs.

“My cheeks squeezed or slapped, yeah,” I sigh, delighting in his touch. “I don’t like anything up my butt, but if you play with the area around my asshole…”

His hands immediately grab for my ass, pulling me close. The tendril slides from my pussy and drags some of that pleasure-filled pearl gel stuff all around my asshole. I let out a tight, weak little noise as he begins to thrust up inside me again.

“Touch yourself for me,” he begs as we grind together. “I need you to come apart for me.”

I hold tight to his shoulder for stability as I bring my other hand down between my legs. There is still so much of that pleasuring gel around my clit that it snakes its way up my hands. My hand fingers and my clit are both in sensory heaven as I play with myself, my vagina filled with his sifon and the pearls, with my ass growing in sensitivity with his tendril playing with it. As our thrusts grow harder, he smacks my ass. I scream out with pleasure.

“Again,” I beg, rolling my hips against him, trying to take him deeper than he already, almost impossibly, is.

He rubs my other ass cheek before striking it. I’m wailing, howling with desire and the overstimulation as he smacks me again and again at my order until finally, my orgasm releases in a ripple of dizzying quakes. As another ocean wave washes over us, I hold tight to him, voraciously seeking out his mouth as I come. He shudders beneath me.

I gasp as the hand at my clit feels the shift—as if what’s inside me is shrinking.

“What’s happening?” I ask.

“I reap your pleasure,” he says shakily. “The pearls we made… my sifon sucks them inside. But normally, what I take in is not so… tangible.”

“What does it mean?”

He presses his shaky lips to mine.

“Maybe you won’t forget me,” he says, fully vulnerable.

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LIKE HE'S A PROFESSIONAL OR SOMETHING

PACARI

My sifon feels so full it could burst. For the first time in my life, I have reached my limit. All because of her. Words bubble up in my throat, demand to be said.

But she is human. She still doesn’t understand what this means. And I still don’t know if when we part, she’ll remember who I am. It gives me hope that she is not a complete, mindless mess after we have both taken our pleasure—multiple times.

I still cannot believe that I came—like that. Humans indulge in their own pleasures, and though some of them have tried to give back to me, they are so easily distracted by their own when I tease them. Even through everything, Teresa never once stopped exploring my body, seeking out the little quirks that would set me off. She discovered things about my body I didn’t even know.

“I could stay like this forever, I think,” she says breathlessly, still on top of me, holding her arms loosely around my shoulders. Our heads rest against each other.

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