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I took her head in my hand and urged her to bend again. “More.”

“Moreplease,” she muttered, but she let me push her head back toward my upper cock.

Facing the mirror, I watched her from above and in the mirror’s reflection as she explored my cocks with her hands and mouth. Since my upper cock was easier for her to reach, she took it in her mouth first, carefully, almost experimentally, likely to see how much would fit and how it might taste.

When her lips closed around my cock and she sucked, her tongue sliding against my cock head, I threw my head back and growled. She stunned me by immediately releasing me from her mouth. “Eyes open,” she said sharply, and pointed to the mirror. “I watched you. Now you watchme.”

I could not argue. Not with her hands on my cock and a thin rope of saliva running from her mouth to its swollen, sensitive head. Not when the sound of her commanding me made my cocks throb.

She stared at the cock in her hands. “It moves!”

“It does move.” I undulated it, as well as my lower cock, and her mouth fell open again.

“This is the best bet I’ve ever lost,” she said, and took my cock back into her mouth. I held her head with my hand on its crown, content to let her move as she chose, for now.

She could take less than a third of its length into her mouth at once, but she took more than I had expected by slipping its head into her throat. Then she pulled back, sliding her hands through her own saliva and spitting on my cock to provide lubrication for her steady, very pleasurable strokes.

Growling, I watched us in the mirrored wall and stroked my lower cock as she sucked me off. Her ass stuck out when she bent over, and I wanted to touch it, to lick it, to slip my fingers and then my cock inside her tight hole and bring her to climax that way as well. But first I had to taste her.

In one swift movement, I picked her up, spun her upside down, and held her so that her mouth could return to my upper cock while her pussy pressed to my lips. She would not be able to stay in this position for long, so I intended to make the most of what little time we had.

I slid my tongue into her wet folds and she screamed, “Oh, gods, Thalan!” It was part plea and part ecstasy. She trapped my head between her legs with her thighs on my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep herself in place, though I held her weight without straining myself.

I parted her pink lips with my tongue, closed my mouth on her pearl, and sucked. Her scream this time was pure need, and a moment later she rewarded me with her mouth and hands again on my upper cock, stroking and sucking and drawing out growls from me that rolled from my feet to my lips and tongue. My growls vibrated against her pearl, making her squeeze my head between her legs and cry out. Her cries were muffled by my cock.

When she stroked my lower cock with one hand while still sucking and stroking my upper member, stars flew across my vision, and I roared into her pussy’s wet heat.

Gods above, this woman, I thought. If I did not bury my cocks in her right now, I would lose my gods-damned mind.

With one last, long, lingering lick, I waited until her mouth had freed my cock before turning her upright. Her face was flushed and she gasped for air from sucking my cock and staying upside down for so long. As she caught her breath, I held her against my chest by her waist and thigh, her pussy poised just above my upper cock.

She grabbed me by my neck, pulled my head down to hers, and kissed me.

Atolani do not touch mouths as humans do, but I understood this was an intimacy, perhaps even more so than her mouth on my cock. I did not yet know what she meant by this kiss, or if it meant anything at all, but I chose to interpret it as her answer to my unspoken question.

I lowered her onto my slick upper cock and pushed its head inside.

chapterseven

ariel

GODS ABOVE.

Thalan’s cock head pushed inside me, and I clenched around him immediately.Too big, too big, I thought desperately, freezing in place with my lips against his. If he drove himself into me right now, I’d find out how much pain I could really take.

Instead, he lifted me until his cock head pulled free. I cried out in protest against his mouth, and he immediately lowered me again so his cock could explore my pussy, sliding into me more carefully this time.

Oh, right. Because he couldmovehis cocks.

And that had definite benefits, as I discovered a moment later when his cock head rubbed inside me, seeking and searching for the spot his fingers had found earlier?—

And found it.

His hot mouth opened against mine to devour my cries as his enormous cock head rubbed against my g-spot in a way I had never felt before. I tasted myself on his mouth too—a musky sweetness I recognized, blended with his own smoky flavor and scent.

He’d held me with such strength and security while he’d tongued my clit and I’d sucked his cock that I’d felt small, but not afraid. I knew, though I couldn’t have explainedhowI knew, that I was safe in his arms, even in that vulnerable position. I also knew he’d enjoyed what I’d done for him as much as I’d enjoyed what he’d done for me. I didn’t trust easily and never had, but I’d never considered trying to make him put me down—and not just because he’d given me the best oral sex I’d ever experienced, albeit for only a minute or two.

Now I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and hung onto his neck as his cock drove into me again and again, shuddering and pleading with him tonever fucking stop, my words traveling from my mouth into his. In moments I came with a cry, shaking against him and writhing as his cock undulated inside me, driving deeper while still rubbing against my most sensitive place and drawing out my climax.