Secondhand Garagyre

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

PAISLEY

How the fuck does this fit inside me?

No wonder I’m a bit sore, even with all the preparation Laithog did to stretch me for him each time we had sex.

This thing is massive.

Like .

Freakishly huge.

How am I alive after taking this thing?

I won’t ever be able to get all of it in my mouth, but I’m definitely willing to give it a try. Considering how sharp Laithog’s teeth are, I would be willing to bet that Ilayahan’s were as well.

Which means…he’s never had a blowjob.

Pleasure curls inside me at being able to give him one thing that she couldn’t. Not that it’s a competition, it just makes me happy that he and I will have something special that differs from what he had with his first mate. Glancing up at Laithog , I see that he’s gathered our pillows with his dexterous tail to prop himself up against the headboard and is watching me curiously. His silver hair is pulled to the side and draped over a shoulder so he isn’t reclining on its length as his eyes regard me.

“ Do you trust me?” I ask.

His reply comes without hesitation. “ Of course, my little flame. Do as you will.”

Permission gained.

Because consent is sexy… and required to quote two of my favorite performers from the Texas Renaissance Festival . Refocusing on the hard length in my hand, I take the time to examine his cock in depth for the first time as I haven’t had the opportunity for a closeup to this point in time.

Thick is an understatement… I can barely wrap one hand around his girth and there’s no way I could get both hands around his knot and it’s not even at its largest. I can see a bulge at the base that can’t be anything else but his knot while the ridges on either side remind me of the ridges on an old fashions wash board.

No wonder I’ve come so hard from g-spot stimulation.

He’s literally ribbed for her pleasure.

His cock is a vibrant electric purple, far brighter than the darker tones of his skin and scales. It’s a startling contrast…and it’s almost…pretty.

“ Little one, the humor I am feeling from you right now does not fill me with confidence. No male wants their female to laugh at their prick.” Comes his disgruntled observation.

“ Laithog , you and I both know that your dick is impressive. The humor you feel is because of the color. I didn’t realize it was so…colorful. That’s all.”

A low grunt is his only reply.

Well , here goes nothing. This should cheer him up.

Licking my lips, I gather plenty of saliva in my mouth as I lean forward while parting my lips and take the head of his cock in my mouth. It’s a tight fit, but I’m able to get the entire head inside my mouth.

Triumph fills me. I can give him this.

His feelings blast me from across the soul bond, and I know that he’s enjoying what I’m doing.

Disbelief .

Awe .

Pleasure .

“ Paisley …what…what is it that you do, my mate?” He pants out between breaths as his hips writhe under me.

Pulling his hard length from the hot confines of my mouth, a trail of spit connects my mouth to his cock, and he moans at the salacious sight. “ It’s called a blowjob. Just lay back and enjoy it, sugar,” I say with a smile.

Resuming my ministrations, I envelope the head of his swollen shaft back within the depths of my mouth and double down, trying to give him the best first blowjob ever. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck while pulling back agonizingly slowly while I use both of my hands to massage what won’t fit in my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I set a languorous rhythm. I’m in no hurry and I don’t want to rush through this.

A rasping, rolling growl rumbles from deep in his chest in response to my languid attentions to his turgid member. My pussy is beyond wet. Giving head has always turned me on, but doing it for Laithog is something else.

Something more poignant.

If sucking dick can be poignant.

Snicker .

Humming , I lave his cockhead like a lollipop, my eyes locked on his face while he watches me with avid fascination, lust stamped across his face. A whispering sensation pulls my attention for a brief moment as his tail reaches underneath my nightgown and rips my panties off. Calloused hands, sans claws, reach down and cup my face between them, as his hips carefully thrust up while something caresses me between the legs.

Laithog , unexpectedly, takes over and starts face fucking me with cautious shallow strokes. Moaning around his hard member, I’m at his mercy as he takes his pleasure from my mouth. My pussy is empty, so very empty and it’s as if he knows exactly what I need because I no more have that thought than I’m stuffed full by the supple end of his tail.

The dual sensation of oral and vaginal stimulation pushes me over the edge. Moaning around the prick in my mouth, my jaws relax and it allows him to slip a bit deeper into my mouth as pleasure overwhelms me. Two thrusts later, Laithog cums with a growl so low it rattles the bed as my mouth is flooded with his spend.

He tastes like caramel.

His . Cum . Taste . Like . Caramel .

Swallowing as fast as I can, I still can’t keep up with the volume and some trickles down my chin. Slowly , he pulls his softening dick from my mouth, his thumbs feathering sweet caresses over my swollen lips as he eases his tail from the tight clutches of my snatch, causing me to emit a tiny moan when he fully slips from my body.

Peering up at him from where I’m knelt between his legs, ass up in the air, I smirk at his mystified expression. His mouth is parted as he pants for breath, his chest heaving with exertion.

Apparently , I just sucked his ability for conscious thought right out of his dick.