Page 29 of In Stockings
“But that’s crazy, isn’t it?” she asks. “We only just met and …”
“We didn’t just meet,” Craig mumbles into her neck.
“Yes, but … we hardly know each other.”
“Then let’s get to know each other,” Samson says with mischief in his eyes.
He strips off his boxers, then takes her hand in his and lays it flat above his heart.
“This,“ he says, “is my left pec.” She squeezes her fingers against the firm muscle and bites her lip again.
“Hello, left pec,” she says. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”
He guides her hand lower, pausing over the tightly packed muscles of his abdomen. “This,” he tells her, “is my six-pack.”
“Holy shit,” she mutters, “I’ve never actually touched one in real life.”
He chuckles and guides her fingers along the deep V that traces from his hips to his groin.
Her gaze follows the motion.
“You know where we’re headed next, little one?”
“I’m assuming it isn’t the supermarket.”
He snorts, and together they wrap their fists around his hard cock.
“Are you all this big?” she asks, eyes darting to me as I watch them from beneath.
I wink at her. “I’m not ruining the surprise.”
She rubs her hand up and down Samson’s length.
“That feels so good. Feels so good to have my little mate’s hand wrapped around my cock. You want to get to know my cock better, sweetheart?”
She licks her lips, catching his meaning, and drops back down onto her hands. He shuffles forward on his knees, and his cockhead bumps against her pretty pink lips.
She parts them, and then her tongue darts out, swirling around him and licking away the pre-come from his tip.
The motion of her tongue is dizzying, and I feel it against my own cock as if she’s pleasuring me. I take myself in hand, running my fist up and down my shaft as our little mate takes Samson into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks on him, her head bobbing back and forth.
I’m not sure what was better, watching my packmate fuck her, making her come with my tongue or this view now.
I wonder how we’ve lived this long without this, without someone to share like this, without someone to pleasure like this.
“Oh baby, you’re so good at that,” I say. “Who knew a little elf like you would know how to suck a dick in just the way it should be sucked?”
“You have no fucking idea,” Samson grunts, his fingers tangling in her now messed-up hair. He lets the dark strands run through his fingers like silk.
She smiles up at him, then lets him go with a pop, gliding her tongue from his base right along the line of his thick pulsing vein and back to his head, then she sucks at him again.
It starts to drive him crazy, the way she’s teasing him like that, and soon he’s bucking his hips, unable to control himself.
“Fuck, I want to knot you, little mate. Fuck, I need to knot you.”
Craig slips out from behind her, and soon she’s on her back, Samson driving into her from above. He’s too far gone to make this last, and in four brutal thrusts, he’s coming, knotting her hard.
She screams with ecstasy, and they collapse together on the bed.
