Page 71 of I'm Not Your Pet

“Yesh,” he agreed with an indulgent huff, though his eyes told a different story as his spots turned red again, and blue flooded black.

If I was being honest, I didn’t know what to do with one dick, let alone two. But I’d always been a quick learner, and nothing about Roark scared me. Not even his monster cocks. I was more than a little glad that the first time I was sucking them hadn’t been the day we’d met. I might’ve run screaming back then if these sexy bad boys had started reaching for me, my own curiosity be damned. As it was now, most of what I felt was genuine excitement.

If I took it slow, and one at a time, I was sure I’d figure it out. Besides, this was exactly what I’d wanted. My mouth watered just looking at him.

I got the feeling Roark didn’t care how experienced I was either. Not if the look he was giving me was any indication. Hisbig hand cupped my cheek, practically encompassing half of my head as he pet me encouragingly and I took a steadying breath.

I could do this.

I couldtotallydo this.

His tentadicks slapped against my cheeks the moment I pressed close enough for them to reach, the first one—the bossier one—pushing at my lips like it knew exactly what I was going for. I gave it a chaste kiss and it shivered—pressed against my lips again, and waited.

When I glanced up again, Roark was staring down at me like I was the fucking messiah. He was shaking all over. I was clearly not horrible at this, if his reaction was anything to go by. Was this weird for him? He’d sucked on me but he hadn’t taken me into his mouth. He literally couldn’t for fear of his teeth.

Which meant…chances were no one had ever gone down on him either, even if he had banged other shark people—which I doubted.

Roark gaped at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Like all he had to do was look at me to get off.

And god…

God, I’d never felt more desirable in all of my life.

His second cock pushed the first away—it was slightly thinner than the other one, but no less insistent as I gave it a matching kiss, and debated how best to go about this. I wanted it to be fair. But I was new to this. So one at a time it would have to be while I got used to it.

Lick-lick, suck-suck, done-done.

I had this in the bag already.

Reaching up with both hands, I grabbed a cock in each, gently nudging the first toward my lips as I gave the second a long, languorous stroke. It was so odd. The texture was not at all like my own. Slippery and strong—like a tail—but dexterous and malleable as well. The squelching noise that filled the air asRoark’s precum coated my hand would live inside my fantasies for the rest of my life. The substance was thicker than cum, and retained its slickness for longer. I wondered what it was made of—but quickly forced the thought away, focusing on the task at hand.

I can do this.

Sure, it’s a bit weird.

But so am I.

I pressed cock one against my lips, parted them, and gave it a long leisurely lick. Roark groaned above me and I could literally feel his cocks start to leak even more furiously as the tip wriggled in my mouth, trying to sink deeper.

“Be nice,” I reprimanded it, holding the base tighter and giving the second an empathetic squeeze before I opened my mouth and tried again. The flavor wasn’t bad. Slightly salty. Almost fruity. Like pineapple? I didn’t mind it whatsoever. Relieved, I sucked a little further, the strange bumps of the suckers finally entering my mouth. They got bigger the farther down his cock they went, and the little one wasn’t so scary.

It sucked at my tongue a little, and the sensation was nice enough I paused for a moment just to enjoy it. Deeper I went. Inch by inch. There was no way I was getting the whole thing inside, but I sure as hell was going to try.

I gagged a couple times, but that only seemed to make me more determined to get this right. Roark kept making these wounded noises above me. He’d dropped my face early on. Probably because he was worried about losing control and crushing me.

The tentacle was surprisingly polite now that it was down my throat, holding still and patient as I adjusted to its girth and Roark wiped the tears on my cheeks away. This was…yeah. This was nice. As I swallowed around his length and the almost sweet flood of new cum wet my tongue, I let myself drift.

I liked this.

I liked this a lot.

Just like I’d liked everything we’d done together.

When I looked up to check his reaction, Roark was still ogling me. He looked just as enraptured as he had earlier, though there was a distinct primal twist to his lips as he bared his teeth and his chest heaved with each erratic breath. It made me feel powerful to be regarded with such desire.

Poor baby. He was holding back so much right now, trying not to hurt me—to fuck me. With newfound determination, I swallowed around his dick.

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