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But then she crouched in front of me, which made me tense up for a completely different reason. My ass dug into the edge of the counter as I gripped it either side of my hips, watching as she deftly unlocked the tiny padlock and set it down, then eased the cage away.
“Fuuuck, that’s sooo much better.” I sighed, reaching down to cup my heavy balls. “Damn, my nuts feel huge. Do they look bigger to you?”
She snorted, pushing my hand aside to smooth her fingertips over them. My hips twitched as my cock stiffened rapidly, the ring still around its base. A tiny part of me was silently relieved as I looked down at my erection. Not that I’d thought the cage was going to prevent me from getting hard once it was off. I knew that wasn’t how it worked. But still. I was glad he was back.
“Poor guy.” I wrapped a hand around my dick, just beneath the leaking head, and squeezed once. “How you feeling, buddy?”
Anita chuckled, then fisted the base of my cock and smirked up at me as she angled it down slightly. My breath hitched when she leaned in and gave the leaking tip a wet kiss.
“Fuck,” I grated, letting go to grab the counter again. “Shit, it’s even more sensitive than normal.”
“Mmm.” She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked, making a hard groan punch out of me.
Sliding her fist up and down the unbarbed base of my cock, she circled her tongue before sliding the tip lower to trace the tender space just under the flared head, where the first row of barbs emerged. My hips jerked.
“Jesus,” I gritted out, head falling back with a thud against the cabinet as my chest started to heave. “Anita.”
My thighs were already starting to quake. The orgasm rose up too quickly, tightening my lower back, making my tail thud restlessly against the base cabinet. My claws may have gouged the wooden counter, but hopefully it wouldn’t be noticeable.
Suddenly the orgasm was barrelling down on me, making my legs shake wildly as I tried to stay upright. “F-fuck, I’m coming —”
I cut myself off with a choked groan when it hit, Anita’s lips wrapped around my cockhead, sucking as round after round of cum spurted into her mouth. My hand shot down to tangle through her hair, hips twitching as I panted up at the ceiling and fought the urge to plunge deeper between her lips.
Sagging back, I leaned heavily on the counter and gulped down breaths as Anita gave the head of my dick a final sucking kiss before pulling back. She licked her lips and smiled up at me when I found the strength to lift my head and look down. I grinned back, my hand seeming to have a mind of its own as it cupped her face and my thumb smoothed gently over her swollen lower lip.
My chest grew tight, hearts giving a mighty thud even as they started to slow, but I made sure my face showed nothing but post-nut satisfaction and gave her chin a teasing pinch. “Can we get this ring off now?”
She grinned, looking down and sliding her hand off my weakly pulsing shaft to heft my balls. “They do feel lighter now.”
I smirked at her. “I am very generous with my bodily fluids.”
“What?” Her nose scrunched up as she laughed, making my pulse leap again. “Gross.”
My ears fluttered. “Shut up. I just meant one bodily fluid. The good one.”
She burst out laughing as she began carefully easing my junk through the ring. “The good one.”
“Well you seem to like it.” I arched a brow at her. “And now that I’ve tasted my own cum, I’m not surprised that it actually doesn’t taste that bad. I have an incredible diet.”
Anita huffed in amusement, setting down the ring and leaning in to give my softened cock a kiss. “Better?”
I grinned down at her. “Yeah.”
She smirked, running her palms up and down my thighs. “Think you’ll want to do it again?”
I thought about it for a second, wondering if I could handle another round of fucking Anita while my dick watched sadly from the sidelines. But fuck, it had been so hot watching her. Hearing her fall apart as I pounded into her.
“Fuck yes, Chaudhary.” I cupped her face in my hands. “We are definitely doing that again. In about twenty minutes.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Anita
T he following Monday morning, Hustin accosted me in the tiny kitchenette attached to our office as I was making myself a
cup of herbal tea.
“You’re fucking the smoke show, aren’t you?” he asked in a low voice as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot.
