Page 77 of Cosmic Castaway


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“I want to, but I don’t know what to do.”

His thumb rubbed my chin as he smiled at me. “Lick me.”

A bead of pearly pre-cum oozed out of the slit on his tapered cockhead. He had no pubic hair, which shouldn’t surprise me, but it did. He was much longer and wider than me, and his shaft was covered in delicate scales that I was desperate to trace with my tongue. Nervous, I gave it a tentative lick, swiping up the liquid. His groan matched my own. He tasted sweet. I licked and sucked on the tip for more, and Serlotminden rested a palm on my head to keep me in place. I stroked his heavy balls, and he arched, sending his cock further into my mouth and making me gag.

“Sorry,” he panted. “It’s so good.”

I kissed his shaft, then looked at him. Mindy panted, thumb stroking my cheek. Encouraged, I continued kissing his shaft, loving the feel of his scales against my lips. How would they feel inside of me? Amazing, I imagined.

When I reached his hairless sack, I tentatively licked him, and Serlotminden moaned. I took one of his balls into my mouth, liking the weight and feel.

Serlotminden said, “Like that. Run your tongue over me, Mate.”

I swirled my tongue around it before turning to the other. He panted, shaking. Either I was really good at this or he was really sensitive. I was leaning toward the latter. Serlotminden was easyto please. He moaned and whined, telling me how amazing I was—happy with my fumbling attempts. Each sound made my own cock throb. I was harder than I’d ever been.

I returned to his cock and sucked on the tip. Opening wide, I tried to take as much of him as possible, but I gagged, tears burning my eyes. I tried again, but when his crown hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

Serlotminden caught my chin before I attempted a third time, pulling me off him. “Don’t try to take all of me. Take as much as you can and use your hands on the rest.”

I flushed.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, brushing my cheek. “I am very much enjoying this.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes.”

My lips closed around his tip, and I sucked. He moaned, head falling back as he held me tight. I slid down until I felt the urge to gag, then I sucked up. Finding a rhythm with my hand, I worked his dick. His pre-cum was sweet on my tongue and his cries were music to my ears. His musky scent filled my nose. All of it made me moan. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I loved that I was the one bringing him such pleasure.

All of sudden, Serlotminden pulled me off him.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t want to… I don’t know the word. I’m not done.”

“You don’t want to come yet.”

He yanked me up and caught my mouth. He sucked and nibbled on my lips, rolling me over to pin me beneath his weight. Serlotminden broke away, breath harsh. He kissed my neck, sucking and biting. I groaned and dug my fingers into him.

When he pulled away, Serlotminden smirked. “I love when you mark.”

“It’s called a hickey.”

“I like it.” He kissed my chest, sucking as he went. I was going to be covered in hickies, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Each swipe of his tongue, each rush of warm air, each brush of his fingers made my arousal grow. Pre-cum leaked out of my cock, covering my stomach. I was as hard as a rock. It wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge.

Serlotminden sucked on my nipples, pinching them. I groaned, biting my lip at the bolts of electricity. His tongue dragged over the nub, and I gripped the blanket, fighting against the urge to arch into him.

“Do you like that?”

I nodded.

“If you don’t like something, tell me. I am not Dontilvynsan. I cannot read your mind. You don’t know yet, and neither do I. We can find out, as long as you talk to me.”

“What? Read minds?” I asked, breath harsh, but the question fled my thoughts when he gripped my hard shaft and pumped. A long groan ripped out of my lips, hips canting to chase the friction of his palm. Fuck. That was amazing. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath warming my swollen nipple. “I won’t, Mate. I shall make you… release better than ever before.”

“Harder, come harder,” I corrected, then scolded myself. Did thatreallymatter?