Page 63 of Eat My Moon Dust
My cockhead swelled, muscles clenched. I was going to come hard and fast. My mane rumbled, and a deep, triumphant code rumbled through my chest andsenti.
Victory,it echoed.
Tinsley gripped my straining wrist for support as my rhythm faltered and pearls squeezed their way through my head like lightning. I keened in uneven, broken moans as jet after jet of semen spilled into mypriyaand forced me out. One, two, three pearls made it into her tight, volcanic body before the pressure of her walls forced me back. I rocked just the tip in and out of her, looking down at where our bodies met with fascination and humility.
“Thank you,” Tinsley moaned in a ragged breath. She kissed my tendrils as they wiped her features of sweat and water, opened her mouth to them and let them graze her tongue. She was rubber, her muscles too shaken to hold herself up.
I pressed a kiss against the back of her neck and withdrew. A dribble of pearlescent cum dripping to the sheets between her knees.
“Thank you,” she sighed again.
As if she thought we were done.
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?TINSLEY?
“Did I hurt you?” Hunar asked quietly. Sense had returned to him, and I wondered deep in the shadowy pit of my conscience if it really had been a pheromonal frenzy and not feelings on his part.
“No,” I assured him, trying to find my voice. “You were amazing.”
Amazing was an understatement. Was there even a word to describe him? I felt like Hunar was a sea god, towering hundreds of feet high with such a commanding presence that I had no choice but to obey.
It was freakinghot.
I looked back at all the times we’d fought in the past and wondered if I’d ever felt the dark, guttural excitement that his demands elicited now. Would it ever feel the same to hear him grump about printing queues and late shipments or brush his hand against my shoulder to get my attention?
No, of course not.
Something realcrashed down on me so hard, I couldn’t breathe. There was no hangover cure for Hunar Fareshi. I needed him now and forever, no differently than water and air. As spontaneous as I was, I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking if I could move in. Could I say the three magic words directly to his Scrooge McLoveMuffin face yet? How fast was too fast? Was all of this just pheromones for him like he’d worried for me?
Oh god, I’d never asked… I’d just lured him into my unit.
“You’re leaking.”
His observation snapped me out of my panic. I looked between my legs at the sheets with a mortified gasp, trying to close my legs and clench everything back in. “Oh my god!”
Hunar chuckled between his panting, tilting my chin back up with hissentito keep me from looking. Its tip brushed across my itchy cheeks where tears were drying in their tracks. “From your eyes.”
“Oh… you mean, crying?”
“Mm,” he purred with an edge of uncertainty. “Isn’t that bad?”
Hunar’s tendrils dipped to the small of my back and kneaded my aching spine. He pressed slow circles into the meat of my rear end and all my worries fell away. He wasn’t skipping the aftercare like a booty call. Frenzyandfeelings, maybe. Relief and heat burst in my chest.
“You’ll have to get used to it,” I teased breathlessly, hedging my bets that this something real might really besomething.“I cry a lot. Especially in bed. It’s just so overwhelming, I can’t help…” A divot formed between my brows as Hunar’s tendrils slipped down my back like so many monstrous fingers, feeling every curve as his hands pushed my knees apart. “What are you doing?”
A humiliating amount of fluid dripped down my swollen clit. Something about the size of a marble fell free with a softthump…one of his pearls, no doubt. I felt them deep in my channel, but with his upper hands massaging my inner thighs, they were dislodging one by one. By the bass hiss rolling through his tendrils, Hunar loved the sight.
I put my weight on my elbows and bowed my head to look down the length of my stomach. Hunar was kneeling on the floor, staring at my messy pussy. I squirmed in his grip, but he snarled.
“Hunar!” I pleaded, scandalized.
Hissenti,bright red and pulsing, tapped my clit and my thighs shivered as if it were electric. I was wound up so tight, even his breath made my channel clench.
“You didn’t come,” he growled, stretching open my labia with his thumbs. “Your flavor isn’t as deep as your gifts.”
“My panties?”
