His hips buck just a bit, and more of his length is fed into my mouth. I nearly gag but swallow instead. As if the only thing I want in this world is to take as much of him inside me as possible.
His skin doesn’t taste like the skin of most men. Instead, his temperature is cooler, the texture smoother, the taste mild, clean, and a touch salty.
I like it.
I like it a lot.
I dive for more even though my mouth feels so completely stuffed, but I’ve got to see what I can accomplish. The fact that he’s letting me do this is remarkable. I get him halfway down, and I’m almost choking.
He reaches out a hand and brushes back my hair, then fists the hair at the back of my head, holding me there. “C’mon now, Jules. Don’t stop now. You can take more. I know it.”
The shock and dirty words go straight to my pussy, and I clench my thighs together. Also, he’s right, and I relax my jaw more and dive even deeper. This time, I’m bobbing up and down and up and down on his length, a fraction of a centimeter more each time. My throat is making obscene glugging sounds around his dick, but I couldn’t care less. All I want from him . . .
Is everything.
I’m humming around his dick, rubbing my thighs together, ass in the air like I’m some kind of porn star. But again, with Mack, it’s different. It’s different than with every other man.
Finally, my throat has opened, my jaw stretched as wide as it can go, and I’m practically gulping down his cock, but I’ve made it. I’ve made it to the base, my mouth pressed against the smooth, flat, taut skin. The V-shaped muscles are so defined, pointing downward on either side of his cock. It’s like an arrow directing me.
“Shit, you did it. You took the whole thing. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
He holds his hand to the back of my head, holding me in place, and I blink my eyes a few times. They’re watering now, but I open them wide so that I can see him looking down at me. I can see him, watching me, taking his entire cock in my mouth.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and if one year ago someone would have told me this story, I would’ve called the fucking cops on them.
His cock is filling so much of my mouth that I’m drooling, but I’m still holding in place for one more second, and then his hand releases my head. I don’t want to let go, but he pulls me off him, and I breathe in deep.
But I dive right back in. Taking most of him again, then bobbing up and down.
“Fuck, fuck. Fuck. You’re beautiful when you suck my cock, Jules. You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words come out of his mouth like a hiss. But they’re all I need to work my way to the finish line.
This time, he can’t hide his cum from me. I want it. I want it all. And I’m going to do whatever I can to get it.
As I bob my head up and down over him, I can tell we’re getting closer, but the jerking movements of his hips, sometimes pushing into me and hitting the back of my throat, sometimes just short and urgent, feel like he’s holding back.
He’s let go of my hair and is leaning back now, his throat tight, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. My eyes strain to get a good look at him from down on my knees, but I can make out the ever so slightly dark bluish outline of his beating heart beneath his opalescent scales.
One more deep dive, and then I pop up, sucking hard on the head of his cock, and that seems to really do the trick.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck . . . pull it out . . .” he says, his voice almost a whisper, frantic and needy. “Pull . . .” He swallows.
But when I keep swirling my tongue around the head, then take the rest in, rinse and repeat, I can tell he’s not thinking about pulling out.
His hips lift from the ground, and he grabs my hair again.
I’m sucking as fast and as hard and as deep as I can.
And then, his body freezes. I keep my eyes open as he tenses completely, eyes rolling back in his head.
With short little jabs into my mouth, he lets out a loud groan. “I’m gonna come, Jules, I’m gonna come in your mouth. Do you want it?”
I nod, humming around his dick.
And one more time, he tightens up, and then hot liquid bursts down my throat, circumventing my mouth since he’s pushed so deeply inside.
Moisture is now building between my thighs, and my nipples are hard. I’ve never been turned on before giving a man head.
Mack gives one more small thrust followed by another burst down my throat. “Ahhhh . . .” Mack hisses.
He holds it for a moment and then slowly pulls out of my mouth, curling his finger beneath my chin.
I think he’s probably worried, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls me into his arms, tightly against his chest, and squeezes hard. Then, I can feel the gulp from his throat next to me as he swallows hard.
When he speaks, his voice is harsh. “I think I love you, Jules.”
I rub my hair against his chest, my heart fluttering. I’m out of breath, and my jaw is numb, but I’ve never cared less. His cock is still out, exposed and still hard even though he just came, pressed against my hamstring as I sit on his lap, my side pushed against his chest.
Over the horizon, beyond the dome, the pinks and oranges and grays of the sun have nearly faded into a murky navy blue.
I fiddle with the loops at the end of my shirt sleeves, the shirt that covers the dark green scales all over my arms. I look up at him anyway. “I think I love you, too.”
He rubs my hair with his hand, then kisses me on my head, sending a rippling of goose bumps down my neck. “But I have to tell you something important.”
Chapter 26
Mack lifts me up from the side of the pool and carries me to a grassy area surrounded by a patch of sunflowers. They’re enormous, maybe three or four feet tall. I realize he’s brought me here because the area is lit up, whereas the rest of the city is going dark right now. He and I are just awakening.
I sit on the grass, crossing my legs, and he sits next to me. Absently, he reaches out and hitches his finger into the side strap of my thong, running his finger back and forth along the length. I’m still wet from giving him the blow job, but I still can’t risk him doing anything to me and taking my shirt off.
