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The soft, pliable scale spikes on the top and sides of him scraped against her sensitive palm, and she stroked them playfully with her thumb. Her fingertips dug into the deep groove underneath his shaft, hoping he could feel her touch all the way to his centre.

He didn’t seem to have any foreskin, which made it easier to feel the protruding and deeply throbbing veins. He was swollen, and she imagined him jerking off by himself earlier had only made it much worse.

“I like how wet you are. It makes it easier to stroke you.” It didn’t feel like she was dry rubbing him and about to start a fire. Instead, she was able to play with his lubricant, letting it squelch in her palm and between her fingers. “And you’re so hot and stiff that it’s like you’re made of warm stone.”

“Nhnn. She likes this,” he quietly uttered, as though he’d accidentally let a thought slip out. His cock twitched like crazy, and the first thick well of precum lifted from the eye of his dick. He let out a strained sigh, like that small release of pressure had been relieving. “Smells so good. Why does she smell so good right now?”

Her hand stilled as her lips parted.Can... can he smell that I’m turned on?That meant he could smell her pussy, which was currently warm and drenched, from all the way up there!

Ingram groaned, shoved her against him until she was forced to bury her head into the crook of his neck again, and rocked his hips back and forth.

“Don’t stop, Emerie.”

She matched his pace as she returned to stroking him. However, the moment of rest made her realise she’d been doing this for a while and her arm was tiring. She wanted to bring the other one forward, but it was trapped to his side.

“What can I do to help you come, Ingram?” she softly purred, pushing his cock around in a circle.

“This is perfect.” Then he fisted her hair so he could make her lean back. He poked his flat tongue past the tip of his beak, revealing it was much longer than she thought it was, and messily licked across her cheek. “I want to stay like this.”

Stay like this?To be honest, she thought he’d blow after a few strokes, like an inexperienced man.

Emerie was enjoying this. Her pussy was pulsing with quivers, so wet she didn’t think it would be much longer until she soaked through her underwear and then her pants. Her nipples were enjoying his rough chest rubbing over them every time he breathed.

But, at the end of this, she knew there would be no relief for her. This was about Ingram andhisrelease.

The longer she did this, her body telling her she was craving the monster dick she was currently petting, the more she wanted to peel off her pants and mount it. Or his fingers, or maybe even that big beak of his; it kind of looked good to grind on right now with its long and wide curve.

I really want to watch him come.

Last time he came quicker than this. She’d gone faster, harder, and had wrapped both hands around him.

She tried to emulate what she did the first time, but only with the one hand. Her change of tempo and strength caused a loud and rumbling groan to expire from him.

His hips jerked, his cock thrusting into her welcoming palm, and a delighted grin curled her lips.

With great effort, Emerie managed to wriggle her free hand between them until she was able to push off and wrap it around his meaty cock. She did have to slide back a little, almost falling off his thighs to the ground, but she kept herself there by her toes.

Using both hands, she moved them up and down the first quarter of him with hard, jarring, and swift strokes. She also twisted them, going in different directions, so he wouldn’t know what part of his shaft would receive her palms, thumbs, or fingers.

His head shot back as precum leaked and started to drip onto her hands. He gripped her shoulder like he needed something to hold onto, while his hips rocked faster.

“Gentle, Emerie,” he pleaded, and yet it had a titillating, growling undertone. “It feels too good.”

“Don’t you want to come for me?” she purred.

“Emerie.”Was it another plea? A warning? A curse? Right now, she didn’t care. Her name being called, like she was torturing him with the sweetest rapture, was a wicked sin.

She needed him to keep saying it until he roared to the world like he wanted every living thing in it to know she was the one who gave him release.

With wild, heated pants falling from her lips, she squeezed and massaged his jutting erection with every bit of her might.

A gasp tore from her when she was shoved to her back by him lunging forward with a snarl. Her legs slipped between his thighs as he knelt above her, folded his arms above her head, and began to thrust into her hands.

She didn’t let go, but her eyes widened in worry. However, she’d gotten what she wanted.

Between his lost, lust-hazed moans, he called her name. Over and over, ‘Emerie’ panted from him.

He also lowered, little by little, until he was almost lying on her. It forced her arms down until she was gripping the bottom half of him instead of the top, and his tentacles wrapped around her forearms to keep her to him.