Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
VALENTINA
Picking me up easily with both hands, Banon sets me down on the edge of the bed. His gaze roams over me, a broad grin spreading across his face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t believe how long I’ve wanted to tell you that.” He traces my jaw with his index finger. “Just so damned beautiful. Like the entire universe was waiting for you to appear.”
I’m panting now as he leans over me on the bed. Banon dips his hand under the hem of my shirt.
“You know what I’ve needed more than anything?” he asks.
I shake my head, not trusting my own voice.
“To see you.”
He pulls my shirt up over my head and soon, it’s gone, leaving me topless. I feel so exposed to him like this, my huge tits out for his judgment. His eyes are fastened to my nipples, and he drags a palm down his crotch, over the long bulge there.
“Damn,” he murmurs, resting one of his haunches on the bed between my legs so he can bend down closer. He encircles one breast with his hand, and even with how big his palms are, my flesh bulges out between his fingers.
I’ve always hated them, my big boobs. It’s hard to find bras that fit my tiny ribcage, and everyone stares at them. But right now, I don’t want anything else but Banon’s hungry gaze on me as he rolls my nipple between two of his fingers.
“These are incredible.” Gently, he pushes me down onto the bed and crawls on top of me, spreading his hooves out to either side of my legs. His tail flicks back and forth behind him eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to suck on them.”
“Then do it,” I whisper, and he does. He puts his whole big mouth around one breast, drawing the nipple between his lips and sucking.
I gasp as he palms my other breast, plucking it, teasing it, drawing out this tiny spark of pleasure bigger and bigger as he switches sides, rolling my other nipple around with his tongue before gently nibbling on it.
Soon my hands are buried in his mane as he plays and torments me.
“I want you to take all your clothes off,” he says, reaching between us to tug at my pants. “I want to lick every part of you.”
The suggestion of what he might do between my legs sends a ripple of excitement through me. I never could have imagined Banon, that big muscle head, eating me out.
He stands up so I can do as I’m told, wriggling off my pajama pants and dropping them onto the floor. I reach for my socks, too, but he holds onto my ankle and stops me.
“No, I like the socks.” He drags his palms up my legs, to my thighs, where my underwear still clings to me. “You missed a spot.”
He hooks his fingers in the band, then lifts my legs so he can slowly drag them down. As he goes, he peppers my thighs with kisses, until the panties are off my feet and he shucks them across the room.
“You’re still dressed.” I nod at his shirt and jeans. “Don’t I get to look, too?”
He grins that arrogant grin that I’ve always loved, and eagerly pulls his shirt off over his head, the neck wide enough to slip over his horns. His jeans go next, falling down his haunches to his hooves.
His briefs don’t hide much, but it’s still too much covering him up.
“You want more?” he asks, bending down to tilt my chin up, so I’m looking into his eyes. “Do you want to see my cock again, Valentina?”
I’ll never get used to the way he says that name.
I nod, because I do. I want to get to touch it, and do many, many other things with it.
Still smirking, Banon pulls his boxer briefs down, and that massive cock emerges, hanging down but curving away from his body. I know it only gets bigger from here.
For a moment, I wonder how he’s going to fit. He’s much larger than any of the other males I’ve slept with since I went away to college, even that sphinx guy who lives on the bottom floor.
Watching me curiously, Banon reaches down and strokes himself, fingers traveling from the thick base to the blunt tip, where a bead of white fluid gathers at the slit. I sit forward on the bed so I can reach, then gently settle my hands on it. He sits back, letting me have his cock all to myself.
“It’s huge,” I whisper, running a palm from the root to the head.
“Don’t worry.” Banon strokes my cheek, over my ear and down to my jaw. “I’ll get you ready for it.”
That tingle in my abdomen is spreading, and I know right then that I want this inside me. I need Banon more than I need anything, or I might just starve.
Encircling him with my fingers, I admire his fat cock, how veins spider up the sides, underneath which hang two huge, furry balls. While I stroke with one hand, I reach down and cup them in my palm, testing their weight.
“Damn,” Banon grunts. “You know just how to touch me.”
I squeeze harder, moving faster while I massage him. He bites his hand to quiet a groan, and even more of his pre-cum beads at the tip. Now it’s dripping down the underside, giving my hand plenty of lube.
“Shit,” he says suddenly, grabbing my wrist to still my movements. “I’m going to come all over you if you keep doing that.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You don’t want to?”
“Not like this.” He takes both my hands in his, our fingers interlocking. “When I come, I want it to be inside you.”
Oh, I see. I want that, too, so I let him push me back down onto the bed.
I think that he’s finally going to give me what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been thirsting for all these years, but then he picks me up by the ass with one hand and grabs my thigh in the other, pushing my legs apart.
I’m completely bare to him, and who knows how long it’s been since I shaved?
I decided in college that I wasn’t going to wax and shave my naturally occurring hair, but now I regret it.
Cheerleaders are always waxed to perfection, I’m sure.
Banon’s face lights up, and his tongue skims across his lower lip. “Au naturale,” he says, his hand trailing up the inside of my thigh. “Very good.”
Good? That’s not what I expected him to say.
He finally reaches the apex of my thighs, and there, he spreads my labia with two fingers. He studies me, and I’m tempted to snap my legs closed again at the intent look on his face, when he bends forward and dives in.
Immediately, his tongue whirls over my clit, and it’s thick and broad and shockingly dexterous. It’s just a ghost of a touch, though, the beginning of one.
“Banon,” I whimper.
He groans against me. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say my name like that.” He spreads me even farther apart as he licks me again, harder, back and forth and up and down and around and around, until I’m gasping and my body is twitching on its own.
“Mmm.” Banon lifts his head, his big muzzle dripping. “Damn. I’ve thought about tasting that forever.” The hand that’s been spreading me drops lower, the pad of his finger coasting over that empty place inside me. He nudges at my entrance. “You’re already so wet.”
I’m too drunk on sex at present to tell him that he’s always done this to me, that I get my panties damp just sitting in the same car. But the sight of his horns poking up between my thighs, his shaggy hair moving as he goes down on me, is definitely lubing me up.
He applies more pressure with his finger, and I’m surprised by just how thick it is as he pushes it through my outer folds, asking me to open until he’s sunk in me up to his knuckle. I gasp around it, and Banon grins before he returns to his work.
Now his finger and tongue are dancing in tandem, winding me up tighter and making every wet thrust louder and louder. Just that one finger and the expert teasing of that tongue is sending me rocketing, a live wire, writhing and whimpering.
“Going to come for me?” he says over my mound. He pumps his finger harder, then curls it at the tip, dragging it along my upper wall as he plays me like a fiddle.
“Yes, yes.” I bite down on my lip to keep from making too much sound, even though Dad and Marissa’s bedroom is down the other hall.
To my vast indignation, Banon slows down. That’s when I feel a second finger asking for entry. I’m so wet, though, that it has no problem sliding in, filling me up even further.
“There,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you ready.”
Once more, Banon attacks me, flicking his tongue faster and harder as his two fingers work together.
Now they’re both curling, both stimulating that wonderful place deep down inside me.
Only one girl has ever done this, but she did not have sausage-sized fingers.
He’s so thick that I’m teetering, sliding closer to the edge, gripping the blankets as Banon ravages me.
How does he know how to do this? Just thinking about it makes me jealous—wondering how many other women he’s pleasured this way, brought to the breaking point this way.
“Fuck,” Banon growls, lifting his head again. “Nobody tastes like you, Valentina. Nobody in the whole goddamned world.” God, he has such a wonderfully dirty mouth.
He buries his fingers inside me, truly fucking me with them as he eats me up. Every single thought is gone, poof, vanished from my brain as his hand slicks in and out, his tongue going wild, and I smoosh my lips together to not cry out when it hits me like a train.
“Mmmph!” I manage, covering my mouth with one hand. Between my legs, Banon moans, his fingers pumping even faster.
“That’s right, give it all to me.” He slurps me up, and I should be horrified at the sound, but it’s drawing out my incredible orgasm even further.
Finally, he lowers me back to the bed, and I go utterly boneless.
“I haven’t come like that ever,” I whisper to the ceiling as Banon plops himself down next to me. He is still, surprisingly, rock-hard.
“Damn,” I say, rolling over onto my side so we’re face to face. I reach down and wrap my hand around his dick, just marveling at its size.
“Your little moans got me going.” He grips my ass and pulls my naked hips against his, his cock pressed to my belly, my hand trapped between us. “Now I just want to fuck you. Make you moan even more.”
I know we need to keep our voices down, but all his dirty talk is turning me on.
“But I can’t make noise!” I whisper.
His lip quirks on one side. “I’ll make sure you don’t wake anybody up.”
Banon kisses me then, grinding his slick cock against me as he dominates my mouth. Soon, I’m on my back and he’s rolled on top of me, both of us panting.
“Now, Valentina,” he murmurs, sliding down so his hips are planted between my thighs, “it might not fit at first. But I’ll make sure it does.”