While You Were Creeping - Poppy Rhys Page 0,37
of my swollen lips?
I fucking flew apart.
Nothing could stop it.
No amount of pleading with my body to just enjoy this a little bit longer would work.
It wanted this. I wanted this.
I wanted it again, and again, and again. As many times as Kye’s tongue allowed.
My thighs shook and the breath rushed out of me as I rode my orgasm to the very last swell.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” Kye rumbled once he hovered over me.
My eyelids were heavy, my body satisfied and tingling, and all I wanted was to feel Kye move against me.
I curled my fingers into his soft chest fur and tugged until he lowered and kissed me with bruising hunger. The taste of myself on his lips drove me crazy and when he let me on top, a wickedness gripped me.
The least I could do was return the favor, right? My fingers grasped his cock—
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
“What?”
“As much as I’d love to see your lips wrapped around me,” he groaned, swallowing hard, “I won’t last.”
“It’s...” My words died when something brushed my hand. I straddled his thighs and peered down.
A small bump on the top of his cock, near the base, swelled and elongated, comparable to the length of my pinky.
“What’s th—”
It started vibrating.
Oh.
Oh sweet nebulae.
I gawked, my jaw coming unhinged. “You’re like the perfect sex toy...”
“I give you permission to objectify me. Quickly and as soon as possible. Now would be best.”
Excitement spurred me forward and Kye was all too happy to seize my hips and guide me onto his swollen tip. My hands pressed against his chest, nails digging as his cock wedged in.
“Fuck,” he grunted between clenched teeth as we both looked down, watching his rounded head slowly disappear inside me. “So wet...”
Our eyes locked.
“You want all of it?” He asked in such a filthy, gritty tone that had my pussy clenching and my head bobbing. I suddenly wanted to beg him to fuck me.
“I want all of it,” I whispered, wetting my lips, and demanding every blissful inch he had to give.
I didn’t dare look away when his claws pressed into my skin while he held my hips and pulled me down, filling me, stretching me, until his vibrating appendage grazed my clit.
“Kye!”
My eyes rolled heavenward, and I swiveled my hips against him. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time.
He raised my hips, pushing me away from his built-in vibrator and earning a snarl from me.
His smirk was strained, and I could tell he was torturing us both. “More?”
“Are you going to fuck me or tease me?”
“What a filthy mouth...” he growled, his dashed pupils growing as he pulled me back down, too rough, satisfying us both.
My head dropped back on my shoulders, the ends of my hair tickling my lower back as instinct took over. My hands gripped Kye’s wrists as he held on and I chased after our pleasure.
Grinding on Kye was pure fucking bliss. When I didn’t think I could take anymore pulsing, I’d raise up to the tip and ride the first few inches of his cock.
The chest-deep rumbles, the prick of his claws on my skin, and his comments about my ‘beautiful tits’—right before he leaned up to nip and suck at them—had both of us moaning.
His hands were everywhere on my skin, grazing, lightly scratching, and roughly groping.
When his rough palm smacked my ass, I rode faster, harder, rotating my hips and grinding until the vibrations pitched me over the edge.
“Kye, I—I... I’m—oh fuck!”
He popped my ass again before grabbing me around my waist and pulling me down while he repeatedly surged into me. The bone-deep groans from Kye as he released jet after jet inside me—it did me in.
I gripped his chest fur, holding on, tightening, relaxing, bursting, and melting with daze-induced euphoria until I sprawled over him, limp and panting.
It was the quickest, most satisfying lay of my life and I wanted to stretch out like a satiated kitten in the sun. I’d even let Kye rub me behind the ears and tell me what a good girl I was.
A lazy smile tugged at my lips.
“Holly?” Kye said in between shallow breaths.
“Hmm?”
“I just want you to know...” More much needed breaths, my head rising and falling with his chest each time he inhaled and exhaled. “I plan to fuck you many, many, many more times.”
A tired laugh was all I could muster but what I really wanted to shout was:
Yes, please!
SEVENTEEN
HOLLY
“What day is it?” I cracked an