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“I’m glad I met you, Mastorr.” She sank deeper into my embrace, burying her face in my fur, as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

I cradled her against me and reveled in the intimacy that was growing between us. She was finally opening her heart to me, this precious female for whom I would do anything.

Chapter30

LIV

Somehow,sexy time with Mastorr had led to cuddling, followed by a deep conversation, followed by more cuddling. I basked in the warmth of his arms while the wind howled outside. I was perfectly safe in the cabin with my Sasquatch admirer. The loud noises didn’t herald disaster, and even if they did, I trusted that Mastorr would protect me.

If the wind caused the roof to cave in, I knew without a doubt that he would shield me with his body.

His cock remained hard and ready beneath me. I still couldn’t believe I’d positioned my center directly over his girth. If I lifted myself and angled just so, I could easily impale myself on his huge shaft.

Instead of impaling myself, I started to move over his length, undulating slightly, creating friction between us.

Oh yes.That’s the spot…

His breath caught in his chest, then he grasped my hips and forced me to go still. He growled a playful warning sound in my ear, his minty scent washing over me.

“Liv. Liv, this feels wondrous. But it is also too much. I-I cannot withstand…” He groaned when I managed to wiggle once more.

I slid off his lap and faced him, my gaze going straight to his engorged shaft. Tentatively, I reached for him. “I would like to touch you now, Mastorr, if it’s okay with you.”

“Please, sweet one. Touch me.” Another growl left him.

I grasped his cock, and he released a strangled, animalistic groan. Whoa. He was so large that I couldn’t wrap my hand fully around his length. My stomach did a little flip even as my blood heated.

Just two of his fingers had filled me up completely.

Would we truly be compatible?

Would he actually fit inside me?

My legs were still weak from the intense orgasm he’d given me, but I managed to get settled beside him with my head near his crotch.

As I adjusted my grip, I lowered my mouth to his cock.

A visible tremor rushed through his body, and he kept growling and groaning.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft and licked at the drop of his pearly essence.

Whoa. The taste of his seed stunned me.

Mint. Just like his breath.

I imagined him shooting a load of mint-flavored seed down my throat and flushed. I’d never much liked swallowing, but when it came to Mastorr… I wanted to. If I could give him even a quarter of the pleasure he’d given me, I would call it a win.

As I took him deeper in my mouth, my pussy quaked, and I felt myself growing moist between my legs all over again. My breasts rubbed along his muscular thighs during my movements, my taut nipples brushing over his soft fur. My head buzzed with excitement, and I tried not to gag as I took him deeper, until the tip of his cock impacted against the back of my throat.

I bobbed my head up and down, moving slowly at first, before increasing my pace. His growls reverberated through me, causing my clit to throb harder as I pleasured him. He tangled his fingers in my hair but didn’t tug or even guide me. He simply wanted to touch my hair and occasionally brush his fingers over my stuffed cheeks.

I vaguely wondered how long it would take a Montikaan male to erupt. What if I’d signed up for an hour-long suck fest?

Well, logically I knew I could stop at any time, and he wouldn’t hold it against me.

Carefully breathing through my nose, I continued taking him deep, until he hit the back of my throat again and again. Despite his size, I didn’t gag. Not even once. Somehow, his mint flavor helped.

A trembling shudder rushed through him, and he gasped for air. That was my only warning before his shaft pulsed rapidly in my mouth and torrents of his mint-flavored seed spurted down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could manage, but I also felt his essence trickling down my face and neck.

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