Page 40 of I'm Not Your Pet

God—

Precum squirted out of my dick. My balls drew up tight as Roark twisted the tip of his tongue around the crown of my cock, then flicked it into my slit to taste the mess he’d caused meto make. His eyes flickered, and hegrowled. This was different from his other growls, though. This wasthreatening.

Like I’d broken the part of him that was studiously in control.

Like he wanted me to leak some more so he could taste it again.

More tendrils, these ones larger, pushed past the hem of my pants, their wiggly lengths teasing along the seam of my groin. I hissed out a ragged breath, a little nervous but still excited as Roark paused, the pointed top of one tendril rubbing at the sensitive skin behind my balls.

I’d gone my whole life without being touched, so this was pretty surreal even without the tendrils and teeth.

“Huu-goh, yesh?” he repeated, his voice hoarse. The tendril twitched, like it couldn’t help itself. Like it wanted in as badly as he did.

“Yes,” I panted. Roark grinned in response, a feral sort of thing. Young. Eager. With a practiced motion, all at once, the tiny tendrils that had wrapped around my thighs released, even the one I’d been certain was going to head right for my ass. I felt naked for all of two seconds without them encasing my body—before Roark dragged my pants down—and the tendrils rushed forward again.

They squeezed my bare thighs, like they’d forgotten how they felt in those few short seconds. The way they stroked over my leg hair was an odd sensation, but not a bad one. I liked it almost as much as being trapped. I was on a journey of self-discovery today and loving every second of it.

Encased in a sticky pink cocoon again, I could do nothing but lay immobile, my bare dick pointing right at Roark.

My cock strained, balls pulled up tight as I took a moment to admire the alien above me. His chest and belly trembled with labored breaths, his black eyes swirling with emotion. Roark’s spots were a vibrant, desperate red.

Lust.

My brain connected.

Red spots probably mean lust.

It seemed so obvious now.

A drop of precum slipped from the tip of my cock onto my belly, and as Roark’s tentacles twisted tight around my wrists and thighs I ached for more. I’d wanted to see his dick, and I still hadn’t gotten the chance to properly do that.

I bucked my hips as best as I could, straining toward him so he’d get the hint.

“Nnngh,” I hissed out as one of the tiny tendrils around my thighs separated from the rest and slunk along the length of my dick. It curled just beneath the crown, contracting until I began to tingle all over. The more it constricted, the more I began to leak.

Like it wasmilkingme.

Roark made a satisfied sound, wringing me tighter and encouraging more of the pearly white substance to slip free. He murmured something that sounded complimentary, like he was as pleased by this turn of events as I was.

Smug now that he had me entirely at his mercy, Roark ducked lower, his hot breath caressing my belly. My abs tensed. God, he was so fucking close to my dick. He was going to lick it again, wasn’t he? I needed him to.

Now that I’d gotten a taste of what that felt like it was all I wanted.

As Roark stuck his tongue out, slow and deliberate, I stared dumbly down at him. My vision was fuzzy with lust as he rubbed his tongue through the mess I was making on my stomach. He was so close. God. Jesus. Just a few inches and he’d?—

Roark moaned, a throaty sort of sound, savoring my taste as the tiny tendril continued to wring my cock for more.

“Fuck,” I hissed, clenching my jaw as another drop of precum escaped.How was he doing this?It didn’t even seem possible. I’d never been this hard in my life. Never wanted something more than I wanted that tongue on me.

Sticky, wet—Roark lapped over my belly, making my abs jump over and over as he savored my cum. It was so goddamn filthy I could barely wrap my mind around the fact it was happening—and to me of all people. This belonged on a porn site behind a paywall, not in my very real life. It was too fucking good. My balls drew tight and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my body not to come too early.

I wanted this to last.

Wanted to feel his tongue on my dick before I orgasmed.

Who knew if it would happen again?

I needed to remember this.

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