Chapter 8 #2
My pussy pulses, pleading for attention. Even though he’s given me numerous orgasms since I met him just hours ago, I need more. One isn’t going to be enough either. I need several.
How did I get so sex-craved? Until tonight, I’ve never thought once about having sex or orgasms. Neither were in my realm of possibilities. They were elusive. Something that might happen in the distant future. Not something I’ve ever pondered.
Now I’m begging this giant alien to push his huge erection into me.
Papi switches nipples, treating my other breast to the same delicious torment, sucking, licking, flicking, and finally nicking.
I cry out as he releases my bud with a pop.
Seconds later, he shifts lower, his palms on my inner thighs, holding me wider. He lowers his face toward my pussy and blows against the naked skin.
I moan so loudly I shock myself. I can’t believe he’s going to put his mouth there. I know people do. I’ve heard of it. But it doesn’t seem like something that would be common. And yet, Zingar lists eating me as if it’s a perfectly natural item on his projected plans.
He has to hold me firmly to keep me from squirming out of his grip. It’s not that I want to escape him. It’s that I’m restless and unable to stop myself from wiggling.
When his mouth lands on my pussy, he doesn’t just plant a kiss; he opens wide and sucks. My entire pussy, including my clit and labia, throb from the pressure. Overloaded with sensation, I thread my fingers in his hair and scream.
Papi doesn’t stop. He keeps a firm grip on my sex, flicking my clit over and over before thrusting his tongue into my channel.
My vision blurs. I’m floating off the bed, aren’t I? It seems like my clit is swollen three times its size as Papi focuses his attention on the throbbing nub. I can forget seeing altogether because my eyes roll back into my head when he pricks the most sensitive part of my body with his quill.
Unimaginable pleasure consumes me. I come instantly. I’m pretty sure he lingers, letting his quill remain inside my clit for several seconds. I’m still pulsing as he releases the tortured nub and shifts his attention to my channel.
My orgasm won’t end. I climb once more, my body preparing to reach for nirvana again any second. Papi’s tongue is not as large as his shaft, but the stretch I’m experiencing as he thrusts in and out of me is tremendous.
He grips my thighs harder, not allowing me the slightest movement, and I understand why a moment later when he pierces my labia. Not just once. He pricks the smooth, naked skin several times, switching back and forth from one side to the other.
He’s moaning against me as if I’m pleasing him.
I’m not doing anything but lying here and taking everything he offers me.
Perhaps I have that backward. He’s taking everything from me.
I’m offering it because there’s no other option.
I’ll never get enough of him if I live to be five hundred years old, and apparently that’s an actual possibility.
Another orgasm erupts from deep inside me, making me tremble and writhe.
Papi rises up, releasing my swollen folds. He’s grinning down at me, pleased with himself as he licks my arousal from his lips. He’s on his knees now, and he takes his erection in his hand and slides his palm up and down the shaft.
I should be more nervous. It’s far too large to fit inside me. But the only thing I’m feeling is lust. I want him inside me. Now.
Suddenly he drops a hand by my head and leans over so far that his shaft is inches from my face. I stare in awe at the drop of come leaking from the slit on the head. I want to kiss the tip, but I don’t dare.
Finally Papi clears his throat. “Lick it, Baby girl. Taste my essence.”
He leans closer, and I lift my head, eager to do just that, taste him. He moans as I stick out my tongue and drag it through the slit. My eyes flutter shut as the salty musk that is my Papi fills my senses. It was a small taste, but he’s right, it was enough to make me deliriously horny.
I want more. It seems like I might actually die if I don’t get to suck on him. But he pulls away and drops his erection between my thighs. It lines up with my pussy perfectly as though it belongs there.
As I wrap my legs around his thighs, Papi threads our fingers together and holds my hands down above my head. He stares into my eyes and thrusts forward.
All the air leaves my lungs as he fills me. It’s too tight, too much. But at the same time, the intense stretch feels so good. It hurts in a way that makes me want more. My channel throbs around his erection.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, thrusting deeper. I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but I was wrong. He does it again, pushing farther into me.
I whimper when he slides almost out, wanting him back. And he obliges me by slamming in again. So full. It’s like we’re one being instead of two. Nothing in my life has prepared me for this total ecstasy. I never want it to end.
When Papi grinds the base of his shaft against my clit, I come harder than any previous orgasm I’ve had tonight. It’s a totally different release with my pussy gripping at him. It’s like my body is milking him, holding on to him, unwilling to release him.
Either my orgasm doesn’t end or another one follows. I can’t tell. I don’t care.
Papi growls loud enough to wake the dead, his entire body stiffening as he holds himself as deep as possible.
I can feel his release, the pulsing of his shaft inside me as he finds his pleasure. I swear his come makes everything even tighter as if there’s too much of it. He holds very still for long seconds and then pulls out quickly on a sigh.