Page 70 of I'm Not Your Pet

He’d get me ready. I knew he would. Maybe he’d slick one of his thick pink fingers and go to town. Maybe he’d stick his long dexterous tongue inside me. Or maybe it’d be his tendrils, tiny and strong, wickedly talented as they grew thicker and thicker the deeper they moved. They’d already shown interest in my ass—it wasn’t that big of a leap.

He’d tease and tease, stretch me open, and make me come till I was relaxed and ready to take his monster cocks. Every part of Roark’s body was making it clear how ready he was to claim me. To own me. No leash or collar necessary.

“Oh fuck, shit,” I swore as Roark picked up the pace, huffing against the back of my neck, the tentacle at my ass slipping away as the other one fought to take its place. This one was needier, smarter too. It wiggled till it was wedged between my cheeks, spreading them. Roark growled. His cock shifted again, rubbing like it was…like it waslookingfor something.

The hair on my arms stood on end.

And then it happened.

His cock got what it was searching for.

His suckers aligned, one of the largest settling directly over my hole. I howled, my dick spilling over and over and over inside the fucktoy as Roark shoved hard against my body and the sucker on his cock gave a second greedy pull.

It was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because I’d never known pleasure like this before. Pleasure that went on and on, that exploded like fireworks behind my eyes, that felt all encompassing and never-ending. Hell, because I knew it would end. I knew I couldn’t sit on his cocks one at a time all day every day for the rest of all eternity.

Roark crooned against my ear to soothe me as I shuddered and sobbed, emptying my load inside his fucktoy as he forced my hips to remain flush against it. “Good little beast,” Roark purred against the shell of my ear, his tongue flickering out to kiss it.

I could feel his eyes on me, fascinated and aroused as he watched my balls empty.

“Good Huu-goh,” Roark murmured.

I hiccuped a whine, head fuzzy and soft as he gave my hips a few last pumps, emptying every last drop, before he carefully tugged me out of the toy. My limp dick glistened with the mess we’d made together and Roark emitted a pleased sound as he reached down with his hand to cup my dick and balls the moment I was free.

It was something he liked to do, not that I was complaining.

His hand was warm. It made me feel a weird combination of safety and arousal as he held my crotch inside it like it was his right to do so.

The tendrils holding me up never wavered, and I never expected them to. It felt second nature to relax against his chest as his cock continued to suck at my entrance. And every time it did, electric shocks zapped through my body.

He was still hard.

Both his dicks were.

But my head was too foggy to do anything but lay limp in his arms as he gathered me in close and fluttered affectionate nuzzles over my cheeks and neck. He held me for a long time. And during that time, he stroked over my body, massaged the feeling back into my limbs, and cradled me inside his arms.

Roark probably knew less about sex than I did—which made the fact he touched me like this even sweeter. Because it was all instinct. And hewantedto.

When he turned the shower on he was careful to never get water in my eyes, even when he had to retrace his steps to get the new bottle of soap we’d left behind.

Roark was gentle as he scrubbed me clean, stroking my hair and my back, treating me with such kindness I didn’t know how to believe it was real. Here he was—this successful, massive giant. But he wantedme, for some reason. Wanted me enough to clutch me close to his chest and wait for my head to come back online.

Wanted me enough that he ignored his own dicks to bring me pleasure.

Eventually, I stroked his chest and without words he understood what I wanted, setting me back on my feet. He didn’t move far. Honestly, he looked a bit silly with tendrils shooting out of his body, hovering over and around me like he expected me to fall. Sexy too though.

My sexy pink protector.

I grinned at him and he relaxed, though it didn’t escape my notice that his dicks hadn’t gone down at all.

“Roark,” I murmured, biting my lip.

“Huu-goh,” he rumbled back, amused.

“I want to…” I wasn’t sure if he’d understand my words, but I knew he’d understand my actions. So I sank to my knees at his feet and peered up at him through my damp lashes. His cocks jerked toward me and his nostrils flared.

“Huu-goh…?” This time it was a question. One I answered by pressing my face against one of his massive supple thighs, my gaze never leaving his.

“Roark, yes?” I teased, asking him for permission the same way he always asked me. Even when it was obvious I wanted this. He barked out a laugh and his eyes twisted into the pleasant little crescent shapes they only formed when he was happy.

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