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“I want my cum in your pussy so that you’re mine. I want to mark you. I want—” I can’t. Too soon. But, yeah, the idea of breeding is pressing heavily on my mind. “I don’t want it wasted,” I finish in a whimper.
“Mmm, Milo. Let’s see.” Libby stops her ministrations and stands over me, cupping her breasts and rolling her hips. Her short stature and my long length mean there’s not that much space between the tip of my swollen cock and the pout of her wet pussy. “Drench me. Drench my pussy with your hot cum and we’ll rub it in together.”
Her words and the image she creates are the ignition switches. I hold the base of my cock and don’t even have to pump before jets of white spatter her thighs and coat her pussy in cream. More keeps coming out, and all I can do is let my hips jerk helplessly. Libby moans, her hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit frantically as my load bathes her.
The second I can, I grab her wrist and pull her (gently if not very gracefully) to the floor beside me.
She’s a wet mess and so am I, and neither of us care, consumed with some sort of cum-frenzy. “Put it in your pussy. Put it all in there for me, baby, my sweet, naughty girl,” I growl, my fingers working alongside hers.
Libby arches her mound up and waggles her hips pointedly.
I take a risk.
I swat her softly, making contact with her clit and her soaked folds. She keens in delight. “More, Milo, please?”
Fuck, this girl is ruining me. I never, ever dreamed of spanking her like this, where she’s so soft, but she likes it. I unleash a soft flurry of love taps on her, the wet, sticky sound of our juices cushioning the blows. My head bends so that my mouth is over her breast, milking it with suckling kisses the way her hands milked my heavy sack until I exploded.
Her thighs part and one knee draws up to her chest. My fingers stop swatting and start fucking, scooping my cream deep into her pink tunnel, and then fucking it in, nice and hard.
“Milo. God. Milo. This was for you.”
“Get it in your head. Everything is for us.” I use my tail as a lash (but a soft lash) against her throbbing clit and hammer two fingers into her. She holds me by one horn as she orgasms, her tight little vise squeezing on my hand.
We collapse, side by side, spent.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, shocked at how naughty we are together in bed and how sweet we can be outside of it.
I think that’s the gold standard of relationships.
But fuck. That was just the warm up. “Libby. You’re fucking amazing.”
“You, too,” she wheezes.
“What the hell are we going to do for an encore?”
“Are you hard again?”
Both of our eyes turn to my crotch. “Give me a minute.”
Libby chuckles, “Oh, damn. I love you.”
Chapter Forty-Four: Libby
Isaid it. I said it, I said it, I said the “three little words” or “the big L” and I shouldn’t have said it but now I can’t unsay it.
I can’t even say I didn’t mean it because I don’t know what I mean. I don’t know how I feel about Milo because I’ve never, ever felt this way before.
And aside from the fact that my heart has taken my common sense hostage, when the heck did I become such a kinky bitch?
Milo is being perfect, as usual, holding me close and nuzzling the top of my head while murmuring soft little noises in my ear, noises I can't completely make out, but a lot of them seem to be my name. It's a gentle soothing murmur like rain on the roof or waves against the shore.
I wish I could let the pleasure and the sweetness overtake me again, but I'm rattled by my admission and surprised by my actions. So I say in a falsely light voice, “When will that incubus stuff completely wear off?”
Milo gives me the side eye. “Within a few hours if it is something as simple as a kiss.” He clears his throat, and even in the soft glowing light I can tell that he must be blushing. “I didn't know that I...” he trails off. “I didn't know I wanted to be so creative and sexually explorative. Is that a word? Explorative? Yes, it must be, I’ve heard it before, as in surgery. Oh great, I'm babbling now. I'll be quiet.” Milo clamps his lips shut and hums nervously.
“ I didn’t know I was explorative either,” I say, snuggling into him. “I’ve never had anybody to explore with. I don’t trust people. Well, not the way I trust you.”
“I was the innocent little virgin.” He winks. “I was just following your lead.”
