Page 142 of Bewitched By the Sea Monster
And when he arched the tip of his cock back again, clumsily sliding it between my stretched thighs…
“Oohhh.”I bucked.
I take back every bad thing I’d ever thought about his cock.
My eyes clenched shut as we pleasured each other.
This is perfect.
Better than perfect.
It’s…
Alistair roared and gyrated—not hard enough to unseat me, but enough to send my hands grappling. His flappers beat at the water, splattering me with cold, fizzing surf.
“I’m close, Pippi,” he grunted. “Pleasedon’t stop.”
How could I? When his reactions, his pleasured whimpers, his squirming…It all had methrummingwith want again.
And with that thin tip wriggling between my legs…
I hissed and ground down on him until we both keened.
“Pippi!” Panic lanced Alistair’s voice. “Pippi, I?—”
Whoosh.
Another of those snapshot images slammed into my closed eyes. This one lingered for only an aggravatingly brief heartbeat.
I straddled that tall, long-limbed man. And his hot cock pulsedinsideof me. He reached up as I rode him, pulling me down, capturing my mouth in a rough, desperate kiss. I touched his face, letting my hands feel what my eyes never seemed to be able to make out: the high, sharp cut of his cheekbones; the prominent brow; the damp ringlets of curly hair; and the lush curve of his lips.
He growled and pulled me closer, squeezing his arms around my torso, and pressing his face into my neck as he yelled through his release.
And my second orgasmexplodedinside of me.
I gasped. Cried. My toes curled. My back bowed.
It almost hurt to come like this. Thisfully.
Alistair bellowed and his cock gave an almighty surge before it burst,literally, shooting buckets,gallons,of cum over his belly and into the sea. In a way that was dirty and unnatural and delicious and…
Everything.
This was everything.
I pressed my lips against his emptying organ.
Alistair gasped. “Oh, Pippi.”
I stroked him—gently—with shaking hands.
He hissed. Twitched. And, with a heavy “Grugh,” he sank back into the sea, leaving me alone in the water, sputtering and fighting to get my rubbery limbs working.
“I’m sorry!” He rose beneath me again—his head, this time, my feet recognized the curve of his brow—and then I was safely away from the sea’s clutches.
“Ooomf!”My bottom smacked against the stone as he deposited me, as gently as he was able to, in his shaken state, back on to the cliffs. And then his snout was all overme.Nuzzling. Blowing warm air to dry me. Nuzzling me again. Whuffling through my hair. Nuzzling some more.
He was…
