Page 34 of Sweet Giant

Warmth quaked between my thighs as he continually stroked my pussy and brought his moistened finger to his lips. I couldn’t believe he kept tasting me, over and over. Each time he placed his finger in his mouth, he growled or groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head as he did it a sixth time—or was it the seventh? I’d lost count. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep caressing my nether area.

If I were being honest, I wanted him to domore.

As if reading my mind, he met my gaze and said, “I long to lick you, sweet one, directly on your pussy. I long to trail my tongue over your slit, then slowly part your folds and savor you more deeply.” He paused and shot me a hopeful but questioning look. “Will you permit me to feast upon you?”

Feast upon me. Good Lord. His choice of words left me quivering with need, achy and burning anew.

I found myself nodding. “Yes, you-you can feast on me.” I swallowed past the dryness in my throat and instinctively parted my legs wider, inviting his attentions.

I watched, my pulse racing faster, as he settled his big furry head between my thighs. His hair tickled my flesh, sending jerky shivers through my body.

His tongue darted out and he licked me up and down as a growl emanated from him, causing vibrations to rush straight to my clit.

I propelled my center against him and delved my hands into the fur atop his head.

Again and again, he moved his tongue up and down through my slit, occasionally grazing my pulsating nubbin.

It was bliss and it was torture.

Oh, how I craved more.

My hands fell to my sides as I writhed and moaned, lost in a sea of pleasure. Lost in Mastorr’s expert ministrations. I knew I was the first woman he’d shared any intimacies with, yet he seemed to know what he was doing, his instincts guiding him to caress all the right places with his wide tongue.

To my shock, he withdrew and peered directly at my center, then he used two fingers to splay me wide apart. His eyes grew large as he examined me and spread me more fully. My face heated, but he seemed so enamored by what he was gazing at that I didn’t tell him to stop.

“Finally,” he said, placing two digits from his other hand at my gaping entrance, “Finally, I am looking upon the hole I will drive into as I claim you. It looks wet and snug and very inviting, sweet one. May I… push inside you with one finger?”

I considered his request for a moment as I wondered if we were going too far too fast, but in the end, I nodded and whispered, “Yes, please,” as the quaking in my core increased.

He pushed inside with great care, his movements slow as he entered, pulled back slightly, and nudged into me again. Agonizingly gradual thrusts that caused me to lift my hips in an attempt to drive him deeper.

“Please, Mastorr. Please.” I was beside myself with arousal, desperate to feel him filling me up. I couldn’t invite him to claim me yet, but I could ask him to plunge a finger into my pussy. If I begged, would he add more than one?

“You want me to push deeper?” he asked.

“Yes, please.” I lurched my center upward.

“I am trying to be gentle with you, sweet one. I don’t wish to hurt you. Are you certain you are ready to accept one of my fingers all the way inside your pussy?”

“Yes, and maybe-maybe you could add more than one finger.” My face heated under a fleeting wave of embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I was asking him to finger fuck me with not just one buttwoof his Sasquatch-sized digits, but it had been much too long since I’d felt true desire. Too long since a man had made me feel beautiful and wanted, and too long since I’d felt comfortable enough to ask for what I needed.

His eyes flashed with primal heat, and I quivered as he added a second finger to my pussy. He pushed inside faster and deeper than before, though all things considered, he wasn’t thrusting very fast.

When his thumb brushed over my clit, I whimpered and undulated against his touch.Oh yes. Yes yes yes.

More. Please give me more.

As he continued his drives in and out of my chasm, going a bit deeper with each plunge, he kept his thumb on my nubbin, alternating firm caresses with light teasing strokes. He was quickly working me into a frenzy. Gasping for breath, I couldn’t help but move against him, reveling in the delicious friction.

I felt very full, stuffed to the brim, and it suddenly occurred to me that two Montikaan fingers together were basically the size of the average human dick. Huh. No wonder I felt full. And yet… and yet I longed for more. Another finger. Or maybe even his big, hard cock.

I glanced down but couldn’t see his appendage from this angle. But I knew he must be hugely swollen, rock hard and eager to mount me from behind.

Heated pulses rushed through me as I thought about his large balls and wondered whether they would smack upon my clit as he rode me. Well, maybe not if he took me gently.

When the time came, I would have to entice him to be a little rougher. I would have to show him that I could take it. I appreciated his sweetness, but I wasn’t as fragile as he thought I was. Now that I trusted him and enjoyed his touch, I was no longer afraid.

Wait…whenthe time came?

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