Page 64 of Eat My Moon Dust
“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded, pushing my legs further apart. “Don’t look away while I learn you.”
My heart stuttered. I’d never been on display like this. Everything I’d ever experienced had been… well,normal.Dinner, a movie, then a tussle that sometimes led to an orgasm, but more often than not, left me needing to finish the job afterwards. They were rushed encounters that always felt like a performance, compressed into the length of a movie scene because that’s what people my age had grown up thinking was the way to show passion. Impatience and quick, loud fakies.
What Hunar was demanding was somuch.He was thorough and his appetite monstrous. He wanted the feast to last, to savor every cut of steak and dribble of grease, to lick the plate clean. I was so swollen and tight that my muscles quivered.
So did my heart. I’d been the flirtatious one this whole time without ever knowing just how much of a kraken I’d been tempting. No one else would ever compare. I fought to keep my eyes open rather than rolling back in my sockets in anticipation, praying he was really mine now.
Hunar’ssentipressed into my entrance, slipping easily into our mingled fluids, and a sweat of excited helplessness broke out on my shoulders and forehead. I mewled involuntarily as its firm tip corkscrewed, pressing against my walls this way and that. Hunar wasn’t fucking me with hissentilike the frenzy that had just stolen my soul.
He wasexploring.
All the way to my cervix. He pressed against it, testing the edges, curling his tendril over itself to make it thicker as it crushed his pearls. Hissentiwas as thick as my forearm, and the combination of pushing in and stretching my entrance had me panting.
Nevermind the absolute muscle. Each of his tendrils was like a python, and hissentiwas king. It flexed within me, and Ifeltits power. His mane swarmed my sticky thighs, constricting around my flesh, ripping into the tops of my red thigh highs, ripping my dress around the hem and destroying sequins. I watched Hunar like he’d commanded, so overstimulated by all the foreign sensations that I felt dizzy.
“We taste good together,priya,”he rumbled, pressing his tongue against his canines, swallowing the taste that his tendrils put in his mouth. His throat worked hard, sucking every drop from his taste buds like honey.
“Mhm,” I whined while biting my lip, pressing back with a needy grimace, my clit so swollen that just the air was enough to make it throb.
Hunar’s grip tightened, bronze ovoid eyes flashing on mine. Still curled over itself like a hook, hissentiwithdrew and scraped against the bundle of spongy nerves that made my channel light up like a Christmas tree. His tendrils shivered, vibrating my hot skin.
But when one of his thumbs pressed on my clit, the air rushed from my lungs and my limbs shook.
“Oh my god,” I shuddered, perilously close to falling right off the edge. I didn’t need a familiar circular rhythm and a slideshow. Turns out, I just needed Hunar’s intensity. My channel throbbed, empty and wanting.
“Ahhh,” Hunar rumbled with realization. He pushed the hood of my clit back, then down, in a circle. He pet the taut ramp between the swollen bud and my slit with his index finger, flicking the sensitive tip until I gasped and squirmed away.
With a triumphant crocodilian purr strong enough to tingle my thighs and butt, Hunar inserted hissentiagain. This time, he curled the tip up so it hit my g-spot as he slowly, thoroughly fucked me. I closed my eyes, laying my cheek against the sheets as my arms gave out.
“Yes,”I breathed.
“Is mypriyatoo weak to hold herself up and watch her coil fucking her like no human ever could?” Hunar asked, nipping the crease at the back of my thigh. “Should I stop?”
“Don’t stop!” I begged, rotating my hips open as far as possible, all shame gone. “Please,pleasedon’t stop.”
Hunar picked up a rhythm that swayed me back and forth, wet lashes pressing into the bed. His thumb found my clit with confidence, churning it in circles as his lower hands spread me open, pulling it taut.
My body locked up within moments, the breath forced from my lungs as my stomach bottomed out and I came. I shuddered like I never had before, legs and abdomen so uncontrollable that Hunar held my weight in his tendrils, upper palms balancing my hips. I milked hissentiand his red stripes flashed, splashing color across the walls.
“What a good fuckingpriya,”Hunar praised viciously. He yanked me over, turning the world upside down as hissentiwithdrew with a rough pop. I hiccuped as he slammed my knees into the bed on either side of my biceps and snatched one of my tight brown nipples between his dental ridges.
How had I ever thought he was being patient? Hunar was possessed, focused, intent on thoroughly owning me, body and soul. My nipple popped from his lips, and he stuffed his ownsentiinto his mouth, sucking it clean with a growl.
“Deliciousssss,”he hissed from deep in his chest. Coded echoes right at the edge of my bass hearing compressed my chest like a second heartbeat.
Hunar pressed his cock into my channel along with a finger curled to bump up against my g-spot with every thrust as he bottomed out again and again, hips hammering into the backs of my thighs with ferocity. I threw my head back, crying out, begging, clawing into his forearms as tears streamed down my temples and into my hairline. Hunar wrapped hissentiaround my throat, and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue. The first three or four inches filled me to the cheeks, muffling my cries of overwhelmed pleasure.
Hunar licked my teary temples, tendrils gripping my hair. I met his eyes with a wide stare, disbelieving. I’d never come twice, even by myself. But here I was, my pussy swelling around his cock, ready to burst with every hard thrust.
When the tension in my abdomen snapped, his rhythm stuttered, caught deep inside me as my channel swallowed him whole. He rocked with tight hips, a snarl exposing his triple canines, and then he was filling me with pearls again, crowding himself out even as my body wouldn’t let him go. His possessive glare turned to wonder as he sat back on his knees, watching my body work his.
“You’re fucking magic,” he said, short of breath. He pressed his thumb to my clit again as my knees fell open, too wobbly and sated to hold themselves up, and I pulsed again, feeling raw and electric.
“And you’remine,Tinsley Adams.”
“All yours,” I rasped, meaning it.
Hunar’s striped eyes were blown out to the point of a drug-induced high. His cock popped free, glistening in the low light as it bobbed against his chiseled abdominal wall. He hooked two fingers into the crowd of pearls nestled against my womb and drew them into his palm.
