Page 43 of Tempting Cargo

She took little breaths, as if getting used to the feel of me, the size of me, and gazed at me with shimmering eyes full of wonder. “So do you.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest. “Fuck, Shohari. I’m not going to last. You feel too good.”

Her lust-hooded eyes locked with mine, demanding my full attention. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to last,” she rumbled, and, fuck, I believed it.

She ran possessive hands over my arms, my chest. “Mine.” Her voice was soft, as if speaking to herself, and she dragged her gaze over me. “Look at this gorgeous body, and it’s all mine.” Her claws scraped down my chest hard enough to make me tremble. “You’re mine, cargo.”

Holy fucking hell.“Talking to me like that isn’t going to help me last, sweetheart.”

“No?” Her mouth split open in a full skeletal grin, sharp teeth glinting under the lights. “What if I tell you I own your cock? That it’s mine now?”

The sound I let out definitely wasn’t a whimper.

Her labia caressed my sac, an extra level of sensation I didn’t know I needed, and my entire body shivered.

Cupping her breasts, I brushed my thumbs over the tips.

She took a tentative slide up my dick, and we both gasped. Her cunt rippled in stutters, as if fighting her motion. When she began to ride me in small movements, I fought against the urge to take her hard and deep.

I sucked a big, puffy nipple into my mouth, loving the way it swelled to fill me. Everything suckable on her was big; I fucking adored it.

As soon as my teeth more than grazed her, it set off a chain reaction. Her cunt clamped down on me andsucked, a powerful wave shuddering up her pussy over and over.

Something engulfed my balls in gently suctioning heat.

I drew in a sharp breath, all my nerve endings alight. I imagined her labial frill moulded to me and, fuck, the edge of it moving further round to press on my taint.

My hands fell to her waist, her arse, pressing us together as if we could get that tiny bit closer. Not that I needed more than this—the feel of her body over me, her skin under my hands, her hot breath on my face, my neck, the guttural sounds of pleasure she made as we moved together.

“Come for me, cargo,” she said. “Now.”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t lift her up to fuck into her because her body engulfed me, trapping me inside. But I didn’t need to move any more than the fraction I was afforded because of the suction.

Sweet holy fuck, the suction.

When I came, white light burst behind my eyes, her cunt milking me for all I had. Her body tightened on my balls even as they drew up, and I filled her with pulse after pulse of cum.

She pressed her chest to mine, connecting the length of our bodies, and I squeezed her tight. Her weight on mine was natural, warm, comforting.

When my orgasm finally receded, our bodies were still locked together. Though I loved the intimacy of it, those incredible ripples still sucked on my cock, and I gritted my teeth, focusing on the softness of her skin under my hands.

“Shohari, you’re incredible,” I breathed. “But please can you let me go now?”

She lifted her head from where she’d been tucked into my neck, and my stomach clenched at the sheepish look on her face. “I don’t know if I can.”

My heart pounded far too hard against my ribs.

Okay, Garrison, breathe.

I forced my voice to stay calm. “What do you mean?”

“My curl has locked us together.”

Right.

“I’ve noticed. And I like it,” I hastened to add, even though it was starting to freak me out. “I take it you can’t let go?”

She swung her head.