Page 37 of Making His Bones

He jumped a little at the coolness of the slime, but I was quick to take his mind off it. The substance was perfectly viscous, like mucous that didn’t vanish when you rubbed.

It was perfect for the occasion when I slid a knuckle inside his anus. His glans squirted more jism into the back of my mouth. Emboldened, I slid two knuckles. I knew there was an overly sensitive area an inch or two inside the canal. The slimy filaments of the hagfish Gray had brought home in the jar were ideal for my exploration of his butt, not evaporating or washing away. The goo stayed put like glue, and within seconds I found his gland.

I rubbed it with my fingertips.

It was incredible the way Gray exploded in my mouth. The load of semen surged up his prick like a cannonball. I barely had time to gulp it before another load spurted my tonsils. His thighs trembled, his hips jerked, his asshole clenched around my fingers.

I rubbed harder and kept gulping.

It was mind-blowing, sucking on a man like this. I was subservient, yet in control. My fingers held the essence of his consciousness. My mouth manipulated the ecstasy of his mind.

I kept it up until he begged for no more.

Sliding my fingers from him, I washed them off in the water that still sprayed my butt. I looked up and saw a jellyfish of a man, half-smiling and half-grimacing, leaning back against the wall, utterly spent. His prick hanging from his pants throbbed visibly. It looked even better, if such a thing was possible, just drooling there at half-mast, that sea-green vein running down the middle of it. I sat back on my heels and enjoyed the sight. Even his abdominal muscles shivered.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at me. I’d say his look was full of affection. Well, what man wouldn’t feel that way after such a spectacular blowjob?

He panted, “Hagfish slime, eh? Never expected it to wind up inside my butt.”

I giggled. It felt good to let some of my own emotion out. “Well, after you gave it to me, I looked it up. It seems to be useful. One company is thinking of making biodegradable polymer from it.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes again. “Just what I need. Biodegradable polymer inside my ass.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It biodegrades.”

He lifted a hand to me, so I took it, stood, and turned off the water.

“You’re amazing, Elektra.”

I looked modest. “Oh, it’s just because you’re a man, you think that’s amazing.”

He gave me that puppy dog look. “No. Really. You’re amazing. I don’t want to think of life without you.”

“Well, you know I’m opening a new branch in Flagstaff.” I kissed his lips, which trembled too. I caressed his pubic bone, not daring to brush the sensitive root of his cock. “I got my DNA results back from Bud Pitchfork’s hamburger. It’s definitely someone in his immediate family. Could even be a cousin from another town.”

“Well,” said Gray unsteadily, “that’s what this FedEx box is for. It’s my wingsuit from LA. There are some great spires around Pitchfork’s property I could exit from. I can easily fly over the property, check for stills, and meet some of my men on the other side.”

“What the fuck is a wingsuit?”

“It’s an art form. The art of flying the human body.”

“Is this something I want you to do?”

He kissed my lips now. He was calming down. “Yes,” he said, his eyes glittering. “Yes, you want me to do this.”

I wasn’t too sure about that, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

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