Page 20 of Imperfect Gifts
He started with his fingers, a quick swipe into her pussy with two of them, feeling all around before he moved a few feet away to take his suit jacket off. When they’d talked about sex on their first date, she’d told him she was on birth control and he didn’t need to use a condom. Shapeshifters are immune to viruses, bacteria, and the like. She hadn’t told him about her one-man-per-month policy, which was in place so if the birth control failed, she’d know who the father was. She intended for Dev to be her person this month, but he didn’t need to know the details of that particular decision.
However, he used one, and she somehow knew it was because a federal agent would do so to protect himself against a charge of rape. It was part of the role play, and that made it even hotter for her.
He only took the jacket off. His shirt and tie were still on, and his pants only opened enough to get his cock out, now sporting a dark red condom.
“You sure you haven’t hidden something far, far inside, Miss Hughes?” he asked, his mouth next to her ear, his rumbling voice so deep she felt the vibrations in her lower belly, stoking the fires already there.
“No, Sir.”
He pulled her hips away from the pole she was bound to. Her hands trapped high on the pole, her back stretched. The cuffs dug into her wrists, and she squeezed her fists and opened them.
Dev reached to the pole where her cuffs were hooked to it, fiddled with it a half-second, and then helped her lower her hands enough so she could hold onto it without the handcuffs digging into her, and she realized he was paying a lot more attention to her status than she’d realized.
But she didn’t break the magic of the role-playing game by thanking him. She could do that later.
Her shorts and thong were still around her ankles, and he leaned over, wrapped his hand around her right ankle, lifted it out of the fabric, and placed it back on the ground several feet away from her left leg.
He stood behind her again, grasped her hips and lifted them so she was forced to arch her back, and his cock went into her pussy, opening her. Entering. Occupying.Invading.
And it was glorious.
Rather than moan though, which she almost did, she said, “Fuck you, Agent Patel.”
“No, my dear Miss Hughes, I believe it is you who is fucked.”
And then he picked up speed and fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her as only one supernatural can do to another, because he’d have injured her if she’d been human. He hammered into her cervix, which was fine because she loved that, but she could tell he wasn’t trying to go all the way inside. His body wasn’t slamming into hers, which meant he wasn’t all the way in.
“I have a proposal for you, Agent Patel,” she managed to get out despite the fact he was nearly knocking the air out of her with every thrust.
He slowed, and she smiled.
“What is that, Miss Hughes?”
“If I can get you off in, say, ninety seconds, then all charges against me will be dropped.”
He reached round with his right hand, found her nipple, and squeezed. “Oh, I can last for hours, Miss Hughes.”
“Then there’s no danger in agreeing to my proposal, right?”
He fucked her slowly for a good half a minute before finally going in and holding.
“Fine. Hang on a sec.”
She felt movement behind her, and then he held his phone so she could see it. He’d set the timer for one minute and thirty seconds, and he hit the start button.
Genie began flexing her pussy muscles. Her owl had a cloaca, and her human form had a vagina. Somehow, Genie had more control of her pussy than most humans, and even other shapeshifters, apparently. She flexed from the outer muscles to the inner, and then from the inner to the outer, and kept doing that, moving his cock around inside her, massaging it with her muscles.
She heard muttered cursing from Dev, and she tightened down a little more while staying just on the edge of achange, so the magical tingles that usually multiplied until she was the owl stayed all around her pussy, acting somewhat like a magical vibrator.
And then there was heat inside her, scalding heat, and the huge man held onto her hips hard enough while he emptied himself inside her, she’d likely be bruised. The timer on his phone went off ten seconds later, and he didn’t move to turn it off.
He stayed where he was, frozen, and Genie didn’t try to move either. As best she could tell, he’d stopped breathing halfway through the challenge and hadn’t started back yet nearly two minutes later. She wondered what other talents and abilities snake shifters might have.
She wished she could reach back and touch him, but she couldn’t, so she stood still and gave him a few moments.
Finally, he leaned forward and touched what she assumed was his forehead to the top of her head. “Fuck me, Genie. I guess that’s the answer tothatquestion.”
Genie tried not to smirk. The bikers had nicknamed her Genie because, according to them, she gave magical orgasms. She liked the nickname better than the ones her friends had come up with in elementary school and beyond. It sounded more feminine than either Georgie or Georgina. Moreher.
