Page 69 of I'm Not Your Pet

I was so exposed.

While I hovered in the air, Roark put his free hand to good use. Slowly, deliberately, one thick finger flicked the tip of my cock. Hissing, I only had a second to recover, before Roark experimentally pinched it. That was somehow even better—and only became more delicious when he began toying with my slit curiously. He was acting like he’d never touched me before—even though that was far from the truth.

Roark was just as fascinated with my body as I was with his.

Which was as confusing as it was flattering.

I squirmed as he gave my crown another pinch between his massive thumb and forefinger.

“F-fuck,” I whimpered as Roark stopped his teasing and aimed my tip at the slick black hole he’d just been fucking.

I held my breath, sure I was dreaming.

That there was no way this was real. It was too fucking good. Too amazing—too?—

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t fight back.

Couldn’t protest, even if I wanted to, as I felt his tentadicks bump against my ass cheeks, their slippery hot surfaces tracing the curves, suckers tugging at my skin.

And then he humped me. Hard. And the movement forced my dick inside the slick-wet-squelchy-good-tightness of the fucktoy so fast I nearly came on the spot. The tendrils surrounding my body writhed, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing as my cock was sucked inside the toy and Roark purred behind me, his hips still flexed against my ass.

One of his dicks tickled down my crack and I clenched my cheeks automatically to force it out—even though I’d just been thinking about wanting it inside me. I’d never had anything actually up there, and even though I was fascinated, the sensation was shocking.

“Huu-goh?” Roark’s voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it. Throaty. Like forcing me to fuck the wall turned him on just as much as it turned me on.

“Yes,” I told him, already knowing what he wanted. “Yes, yes, yes—” The tendrils tightened all at once, pulling me away from the wall, my dick slipping out of the hole with a wet pop. “No, no, no—” I chanted, shuddering. “Please, please?—”

And then he rutted into me again, sending my cock back inside as his dicks fought for dominance, both trying to slip between my cheeks even though they’d have to get along to fit. What if they got in?

That thought was enough to make me whimper.

God, that was amazing.

All of this was.

“Oh, thank you—” I hissed, tossing my head back as my dick pinched inside the toy and my hips flexed, attempting to rut into it. Only I couldn’t move. Still. And that realization only made me even harder. I was as immobile now as I’d been when he’d had me on the bed what felt like an eon ago.

“Little beast,” Roark repeated his nickname for me, affection in his tone as he pulled back just to fuck forward again. Slick, wet, fuck. Pull, squeeze, hump. In and out of the toy my dick went at the same pace he took pleasure from my body. I could feel his cum smeared along my ass, between my cheeks making them sticky and slippery. There was so much of it that it began to slip down my thighs too, making a mess everywhere, and leaving me thoroughly claimed.

Roark made these delicious little grunts every time he fucked forward, like he couldn’t help himself. His hot breath caressed the back of my neck, his tongue slurping over the center of my spine as I melted into bliss and forgot everything but what it felt like to be held, and loved, and pleasured.

The fat tip of one of his cocks rubbed my hole. I howled, shuddering anew as my muscles strained, and I was rocketed out of the foggy headspace I’d been sucked into. For a while there, I’d had no thoughts at all—hypnotized by the rhythm.

The cock’s tip rubbed and rubbed andrubbed, triumphant that it had gotten past the other dick and found where I was squishy and hot and ready to be taken.

Did I want that?

Did I want him inside me?

I’d fantasized about it, yeah. But this was real life.

I imagined it again. His hips pumping. His tentadicks winding together so they could fill me entirely. I bet it would hurt in the beginning, but I kinda liked that thought. I liked the idea that he’d be the first up there. I’d never even dared to stick a finger inside myself, but the idea of Roark doing it?

Ugh.

Yes.

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