Chapter 31
SWAYZE
“Igive the kraken a ten out of ten.” I grin at my girl, who’s lying breathless and deliciously naked beside me, covered in my cum.
How is this real life right now? Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this would happen. That she would trust me enough to see her.
All of her.
I trail a finger up and down her tanned arm and she turns to face me, her pretty eyes sparkling with mischief as she swipes a finger through my cum, scooping it up and sucking it into her mouth.
Fuuuuuuccck.
That does some seriously strange shit to my insides. Like I wasn’t already gone for this girl.
“Mmm, I love the way you taste.”
I love you.
Fuck.
No.
U-turn, Wolff. We don’t think those words, even in the safety of our mind.
Don’t be that guy.
Mia wrote a how don’t on that guy, remember?—You don’t love her, you’re just horny.
I brush a lock of hair off her forehead, my eyes dragging back down her sexy body, covered in me. “I should get a cloth to clean you.”
“No way, leave it. I like seeing your cum on me. It’s hot and I worked up quite the appetite, you know.”
My dick twitches, loving the fuck outta her words.
Goddamn, she is great for my recovery rate. I came so fucking hard, but she has me ready for round two already.
This is insanity.
“Looks like you like seeing it too, huh? Made me yours, was it?” Smiling wickedly, she scoops another drop of cum into her mouth.
I could die a happy fucking man right now.
Actually, am I dead?
Shit, I bet this is a dream. I’m probably passed out beside her on that pool bed right now. If that’s it, I never want to wake up.
“You look ready for another round, Wolfie.” She starts tracing the lion tattoo on my chest with her nail again, the sharp drag snapping my attention back to her. To us. Fuck if I know how we got here, but it’s not a dream. I’m the luckiest motherfucker ever right now.
“We still have one more toy to test, you know…”
Oh shit. I was hoping she wouldn’t remember that, because, as hot as it would be for her to fuck herself with a replica of my dick…
Wait, that idea is super fucking hot. Maybe I need to suck it up for the greater good, because if she’s using a dildo shaped like my cock, she’ll think of me when she does, right? I should test that theory.
For science.
Dick science.
Fuck it.
It’s Clone-a-Cock o’clock.
Arching a brow, I shoot my best mock glare at her. “You sure you haven’t had enough?”
“Nuh-uh, Mr. Wolff. You’re not getting out of this one. You promised.”
She bounds off the bed excitedly, pulling me up by the hand, entirely unbothered by her nakedness.
I’m here for it. I love seeing my girl so confident.
So vibrant.
So alive.
Even if technically it wasn’t my dick that gave her those orgasms.
Worse luck.
She tugs me toward the tube we left sitting on the dresser, every step making my dick deflate and hide between my legs, not entirely unlike a dog’s tail when he’s nervous.
Is this a walk of shame?
Can’t say I’ve ever had to do one of those, but this… the humiliation of sticking my cock in some weird tube, praying it doesn’t burn it off or some shit… it seems kinda shameful to me.
Okay, maybe shameful isn’t the right word. I don’t know what word fits. I didn’t know clone-a-cocks were a thing forty-eight hours ago. Now, I’m all sorts of educated, right down to the last tentacle.
Mia opens the tube and folds out the instructions, starting to read them aloud.
This thing reads like mad science, I shit you not. And I’m expected to stick my boner in there for two minutes and stay hard?
What happens if I can’t? I cast a silicone micro penis or some shit? Well, that’d be an unfortunate gift to leave my dream girl.
“Ohhh, we have to wait eight hours for the mold to set and then twenty-four for the silicone to set. I won’t be able to ride your dick until the weekend.” She pouts up at me, that bottom lip begging for my teeth.
“Don’t look so sad. The real one’s not going anywhere, Angel. You already know you can hop on for a ride any time you want.”
She laughs distractedly, eyes glued to the paper in front of her.
“Says here that we need to cut this tube to the length of your hard dick.”
“Can’t say I’ve heard anything less sexy than stick your boner in a cardboard tube and let me cut it to size with pointy, sharp instruments. My dick is legit shrinking as we speak.”
She laughs again, her eyes dropping to my cock, which, yes, might now be sporting a semi, but she’s sitting in front of me naked, her lips inches from it, so if I wasn’t sporting a semi, I wouldn’t be sporting a pulse either.
I might be stupid, but I’m not dead.
Yet.
“Looks okay to me.” She trails her tongue along her bottom lip slowly.
Well fuck. The semi has just been upgraded—full mast. Diamond grade strength.
I fist it, slowly jerking off in front of her face, picturing my dick tracing the same route her tongue just did.
“Angel, you better get that tube.”
Her eyes cloud with arousal, her gaze focused on my hand. She grips my hips and pulls me even closer to her. Close enough that I could so easily slip my dick down her throat and gag her with it.
What I wouldn’t give to handcuff her and choke her with my cock.
Maybe if we pull this off, I’ll do that, while using the clone to fuck her at the same time.
I love the idea of her being so full of me she can’t think straight.
“Mia, if you don’t stop looking at me like that and get that tube, I’m gonna fuck your face.”
There’s only so much a man can take and I’m pretty sure I should be knighted for the restraint I’ve shown today.
She smirks, leaning forward and slips the tip between those perfect lips.
Fuuuuucccck.
Digging her nails into my ass, she pulls me deeper and my vision doubles. Not even my endless dreams did this justice.
She hollows her cheeks and hums, holding me deep in her throat and a strangled groan rips from my chest.
“Baby, your gonna make me come. You gotta stop if you want to—”
Mia flies into action, my dick sliding out of her mouth with a pop before she grabs the tube. I grit my teeth as she pumps my cock in her hand a couple of times before kissing the tip and gently sliding it inside.
Groaning, I thrust into the tube involuntarily.
See… where’s that damn knighthood? Just that brief taste of her sexy soft lips around my dick has me ready to blow.
Once she’s carefully cut around the tube, I collapse onto my knees in front of her in relief.
“Thank you for not slicing and dicing my main man, Mia.”
I nuzzle my face into her thigh and she shivers as my stubble scrapes her skin.
Laughing, she shakes her head, pushing me away.
“Wait, this bit looks super complicated. We have to make sure the temperature and measurements are all okay while you keep that boner… well, boning.”
“I could bone you and save us the hassle, you know? Just saying.”
She ignores me, brow adorably furrowed while she measures out water into a bowl.
Well, it was worth a shot.
“Stay hard, Wolfie, because we gotta be quick for this.”
I sit on the floor, watching her pierced tits jiggle while she mixes the mystery goo I’m supposed to entrust with my prized possession.
“Okay… almost done. Once you put it in, you need to keep your boner solid for two minutes. Can you do that?”
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether you’re sitting on my face to distract me from whatever that shit is.”
She laughs, bringing the tube toward me.
I wasn’t fucking joking, dammit.
“Ready, babe? Hold it and slide it in, keeping your dick as hard as you can, okay?”
Without warning, she shoves the mold in my hand and I feed my dick inside the soft and squishy slime.
I stare at Mia’s mouth, reliving the heaven of five minutes ago while her phone counts down beside us.
“I’m excited to have a clone of your dick to fuck myself with whenever I want, Wolfie.” She murmurs into my ear before tilting my chin up to her and tugging my bottom lip between her teeth.
Well, fuck, I’m not sure why I was so worried.
My cock’s so hard now, I can probably use it to drill to the center of the earth.
“Let’s gooooo, it’s time to unpack the joystick!” Mia pulls me up by the hand, excitedly bounding on the spot.
“Joystick? You brought your game console, dude? Fuck yeah. Who’s up for game night in Wolff and Mia’s room, gang?”
Nick looks over at Mario expectantly.
Mia’s grin widens when she looks at her twin.
“It’s not that kinda joystick, brother dearest…”
He looks up at her as she pointedly looks down at my dick, making it dance from the attention.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mia. This thing…” He waggles a finger between the two of us. “Is becoming a problem.”
She gives zero fucks, laughing and kissing his cheek, before pulling me after her.
Ever since our free use toy day, Mia’s been different. More relaxed. Real. She hasn’t used the word fake once, when before she was sprinkling it like confetti.
I know it’s not smart, but I can’t help hoping something changed for her too. That she can see me—us—for what we could be and give this a real shot.
She spent most of today sitting on my lap and kept finding little ways to touch me. And now she doesn’t even pretend to start sleeping on her side of the bed anymore. She curls around me—wait for it—naked.
Her reasoning was that I’ve seen all there is to see at this point, and she sleeps better in the nude, so why bother with T-shirts?
She got no complaints from me.
If anything, the last two nights, I slept better than ever before thanks to my dick’s happy new home cradled against her sexy ass.
We haven’t fucked again, though, despite my raging morning wood. She just looks down at it and smiles, before skipping off to the shower.
This morning, the minx actually bent down and kissed the tip before jumping out of bed, evading my attempt at catching her. Probably best because the brush of her lips on my dick drove me so feral I’d have likely slammed it straight home and fucked her on our bed… finally.
So, the blue balls are back with a vengeance. They’re the size of beach balls at this point.