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time again for quite a while.”
“No. There’s only one thing I want to eat, and that’s you.”
He didn’t release her immediately. Instead, he unzipped the back of her dress. “Take off your dress.”
He took a step back, his expression hot in promise while she accomplished that task. Daveed pushed his trousers away, letting them fall to his ankles. He toed off his shoes, then kicked his trousers away.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
His tone of command caused a pleasant clench of her sheath. Joy stepped toward him, wearing only her heels, feeling sexy. She undid the buttons, sucking at his chest as it appeared in the opening.
“That’s right,” Daveed urged her. “Feed yourself on my musk.”
“It’s an aphrodisiac. Isn’t it?”
“Not as much as the pure Zhigaaal from my secondary is.” As if in demonstration, he reached down and massaged the base of the long, slim secondary cock, bringing more of his sex pheromone up. It trickled down the head, thick and creamy.
She pushed the shirt off his body, letting it fall to the floor. Daveed brought up one foot and then the other, pulling off his socks, leaving them both nude, save her heels.
Come fuck me heels. Oh yes, come fuck me, Daveed.
He stood there, every muscle taut, his blue-gold gaze stroking her body like a physical caress, both cocks swaying her direction, as if begging for her touch. Joy reached for him.
“Be still a moment. I want to look at you.”
To look at what is his.
Screw that. I want more. “Daveed, please.”
“Very well. Suck.” There was a challenge in that.
It was a challenge Joy intended to take him up on. She went to her knees between his ankles, the thick rug cushioning her. She didn’t question that he wanted her to suck his secondary, in specific. “I want to suck the primary later,” she informed him.
“Anytime you want.” His hand cupped the back of her head and guided Joy closer to his body.
She didn’t want to suck the primary right now. The scent of spice and musk from his secondary was too enticing.
Joy sucked in the head, gasping at the acid burn against her lips and tongue. It went to her head and her slit, increasing her urgency while it scattered her thinking mind. The only thing that was clear to her was the idea that the sooner she sucked him off, the sooner he would be inside her body again. Where he belongs.
Another spurt of the Zhigaaal filled her mouth, and she swallowed it. Then another. It took Joy a moment to realize Daveed was massaging it up for her, getting her drunk on his aphrodisiac fluids.
It’s mine. I want it. Joy sucked him deeper, reveling in Daveed’s groan, in his hand tightening against the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth, testing her ability to take more. She tensed for the gag reflex, but it didn’t come.
Joy pushed her face to his hairless body, groaning at the feeling of his secondary pressing deep into her throat. She started to pull back, but Daveed held her there. He roared, his body tensing. His musky cum filling her throat and setting off her instinct to swallow it.
Her muscles went lax, and Joy crumpled into Daveed’s waiting hands. He scooped her up and bolted for the bed. Everything around her was disjointed, blocks of color and snips of sound and sensation.
The burn against her nipples had her arching off the bed. Daveed pinned both her hands to the mattress with one large hand.
His secondary trailed up and down her sensitized core, between her widely-spread legs. She gasped at the sensation of it turning and stroking, snakelike. The burning came a moment later, his Zhigaaal coating her. She dimly noted that he wasn’t just massaging it up for her. He was stroking himself off to provide a full climax of the pheromone on her body. That accomplished, he started rubbing it into her, heating her blood further.
Her breathing went choppy, and her body burned. She need him inside her. Now. Now. Now! Joy climaxed, screaming, then begging him to take
“No. There’s only one thing I want to eat, and that’s you.”
He didn’t release her immediately. Instead, he unzipped the back of her dress. “Take off your dress.”
He took a step back, his expression hot in promise while she accomplished that task. Daveed pushed his trousers away, letting them fall to his ankles. He toed off his shoes, then kicked his trousers away.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
His tone of command caused a pleasant clench of her sheath. Joy stepped toward him, wearing only her heels, feeling sexy. She undid the buttons, sucking at his chest as it appeared in the opening.
“That’s right,” Daveed urged her. “Feed yourself on my musk.”
“It’s an aphrodisiac. Isn’t it?”
“Not as much as the pure Zhigaaal from my secondary is.” As if in demonstration, he reached down and massaged the base of the long, slim secondary cock, bringing more of his sex pheromone up. It trickled down the head, thick and creamy.
She pushed the shirt off his body, letting it fall to the floor. Daveed brought up one foot and then the other, pulling off his socks, leaving them both nude, save her heels.
Come fuck me heels. Oh yes, come fuck me, Daveed.
He stood there, every muscle taut, his blue-gold gaze stroking her body like a physical caress, both cocks swaying her direction, as if begging for her touch. Joy reached for him.
“Be still a moment. I want to look at you.”
To look at what is his.
Screw that. I want more. “Daveed, please.”
“Very well. Suck.” There was a challenge in that.
It was a challenge Joy intended to take him up on. She went to her knees between his ankles, the thick rug cushioning her. She didn’t question that he wanted her to suck his secondary, in specific. “I want to suck the primary later,” she informed him.
“Anytime you want.” His hand cupped the back of her head and guided Joy closer to his body.
She didn’t want to suck the primary right now. The scent of spice and musk from his secondary was too enticing.
Joy sucked in the head, gasping at the acid burn against her lips and tongue. It went to her head and her slit, increasing her urgency while it scattered her thinking mind. The only thing that was clear to her was the idea that the sooner she sucked him off, the sooner he would be inside her body again. Where he belongs.
Another spurt of the Zhigaaal filled her mouth, and she swallowed it. Then another. It took Joy a moment to realize Daveed was massaging it up for her, getting her drunk on his aphrodisiac fluids.
It’s mine. I want it. Joy sucked him deeper, reveling in Daveed’s groan, in his hand tightening against the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth, testing her ability to take more. She tensed for the gag reflex, but it didn’t come.
Joy pushed her face to his hairless body, groaning at the feeling of his secondary pressing deep into her throat. She started to pull back, but Daveed held her there. He roared, his body tensing. His musky cum filling her throat and setting off her instinct to swallow it.
Her muscles went lax, and Joy crumpled into Daveed’s waiting hands. He scooped her up and bolted for the bed. Everything around her was disjointed, blocks of color and snips of sound and sensation.
The burn against her nipples had her arching off the bed. Daveed pinned both her hands to the mattress with one large hand.
His secondary trailed up and down her sensitized core, between her widely-spread legs. She gasped at the sensation of it turning and stroking, snakelike. The burning came a moment later, his Zhigaaal coating her. She dimly noted that he wasn’t just massaging it up for her. He was stroking himself off to provide a full climax of the pheromone on her body. That accomplished, he started rubbing it into her, heating her blood further.
Her breathing went choppy, and her body burned. She need him inside her. Now. Now. Now! Joy climaxed, screaming, then begging him to take
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