“More,” he demanded. “Don’t silence yourself, Sweetheart.” Vince kissed one of my butt cheeks. “I don’t know if someone’s told you they didn’t like your noise, but fuck them. I love all of it, Don.”
More than one person had told me my noises were off-putting, so I tried to remain as quiet as possible when I had sex. Vince, though, was different. He was mine, and I was his.
Not restraining myself, I let the animalistic cries tear out of my throat. With each one, I felt Vince’s enjoyment and hot arousal.
His hands slid up and down my thighs, teasing the sensitive scales. His fingers moved up, and his thumbs spread my cheeks apart, and Vince moaned. “God, even your hole is beautiful.”
I jerked at the compliment, my cock releasing a spurt of pre-seed.
Vince chuckled, his breath washing over my entrance, making it twitch. “You like me telling you how pretty you are, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I loved it.
Puncturing each word with a kiss on my hole, he whispered, “You are so fucking gorgeous, Dontilvynsan.”
Moans ripped out of my throat. I bowed my head and arched my back, presenting my butt to him.
“Good boy. You are such a good boy for me,” Vince said against me right before he swiped his silky tongue over my waiting hole.
“Nngh,” I whined.
“Such a good boy.”
I whimpered.
Vince held me tight, keeping me in place, but not hard enough to cause even a twinge of pain. He was always so careful with me. With every gentle swipe, he stole my thoughts and made me writhe. He didn’t relent, kissing, nibbling, and sucking on my entrance.
The tip of his tongue slid into my loosened hole, and I cried out, “My Vince.”
He fucked me with his tongue as his thumbs kept me wide open for him.
I’d never had anyone do this for me, and the pleasure was mind-numbing as his tongue relentlessly worked on me. I could not stop the moans or pleas for more escaping out of my throat. My pleasure was growing with every passing second, making my control slip.
Vince suddenly growled low in his chest. “I feel you,” he whispered. “I feel you.”
Unable to respond, because he attacked me with new vigor, I simply moaned. I didn’t bother to try and control my pleasure as Vince kept tongue-fucking my hole while whispering how good I was for him. My balls were hugging the base of my shaft, and pre-seed continuously leaked from the tip.
Eventually, he pulled back, and I whimpered, wiggling my butt. I wanted him to return. Vince kissed my back. “Soon, Sweetheart,” he said, clearly feeling my desires. He grabbed the lube from where we’d tossed it earlier and put some on his fingers before he speared my entrance.
I groaned at the invasion, loving the stretch.
Vince slid his lubed finger in and out of my hole before adding a second, then third finger. I was groaning so loud I worried that someone would hear, but at the same time, I couldn’t care less. He was my mate, and he was inside of me, claiming me with his talented fingers.
“Your ass is swallowing my fingers so good.”
I cried out.
“Good boy. Louder for me.”
I was near sobbing from the warm pleasure.
He laughed, nipping my butt.
My tail thrashed, and Vince froze as fear shot through him. A hazy memory of an alien with a spiked tail above him played through his thoughts. I stilled, panting. I tried to control my pleasure with deep breaths to help calm Vince if he needed it.
“We can stop,” I said. My breath was equally harsh, but mine was from pleasure, while his was from fear.
“No. I want this. I want you.”
