Page 67 of Tis the Season for Tentacles
He leans down and takes my lips in a searing kiss, his mouth laying claim with a passion that threatens to sweep me away.
When I’m writhing with pleasure and my cock is straining against my belly, he moves and positions himself between my legs.
“I will make you ready for me now,” he says, his expression so serious it makes my chest tighten with longing.
But my heart nearly stops when Najar suddenly lifts my hips into the air and places my legs over his shoulders with the greatest of ease.
I’m not ashamed to admit I squeak a little in surprise.
Look, I’m not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but Najar? He somehow makes me feel downright delicate and precious.
Despite his superior strength and size, he’s very gentle with me as he uses his hands to spread my cheeks apart. Taking his time, he kneads and massages them and then bares my entrance to his lustful gaze.
Sweet merciful heavens, that’s hot.
I throw an arm over my eyes, feeling my cheeks flame with awkward embarrassment.
Sure, I may be thirty-five years old, and yes, I may have had my fair share of men inspect my ass before, but something about Najar’s hungry observation is both stimulating and highly embarrassing.
Just when I think I’m going to die if he keeps staring at my hole for much longer, he changes it up and gets down to licking instead.
The moment his tongue makes contact with my sensitive rim, I whimper and want more.
Although I’ve been rimmed a number of times over the years, no one has been as skilled at it as Najar. I don’t know if he’s had a lot of experience or is just insanely good at reading even the smallest of cues from my body.
Perhaps that’s something his warrior training taught him? All I know is it proves awfully damn handy in the bedroom.
One thing’s for sure, the man’s got a gifted mouth, and he’s not afraid to use it on me.
When his tongue presses inside me, I moan, a sound that ends in a gasp when one of his slicked tentacles sneaks forward and coils itself around my cock, squeezing and stroking me while that tongue fucks my hole.
All rational cognition goes offline at that moment and I get lost in a mind-numbing haze of unending pleasure. At this rate, I won’t last long, and when my legs start shaking, I know I’m close.
Naturally, that’s when Najar’s tentacle lets go of my cock and his tongue vacates my ass.
“Nooo,” I cry. “Sooo close. Don’t stop.”
He grins at me, a devilish gleam in his eyes, as he lowers my hips back down. “No coming until I’ve got my cock inside you. All right?”
I whimper but nod in agreement.
Damn the man.
I mean,alienman.
He kneels between my legs again and I watch with avid interest as he uses the natural lubricant from his tentacle to coat his hand and cock.
Once he’s glistening wet, he positions himself over me and guides his cock to my entrance.
“Breathe out for me, Felix.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, concentrating on loosening my muscles as the thick, flared head of his cock nudges inside me. He’s big, but the last week of fucking his tentacle on a daily basis has done a good job of preparing me to take his dick.
Nonetheless, his penetration is slow and steady, allowing me time to get used to him as he gradually fills me up in more ways than he knows—and I’m overcome by a wave of powerful emotions I can’t quite process right now.
When he’s fully seated inside me, we both remain still for a long moment and I will my channel to stop clenching around his shaft like I won’t let him go.
Najar kisses me languidly and waits with infinite patience for me to get used to him.
