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The weight of that giant cock pressing between my legs instantly gets me going. My nipples tingle as they stiffen into tight peaks, and a low throb begins to pulse between my legs.
Both of his hands slide up my torso, tweaking my hardened nipples simultaneously. He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth lower. “If I remember correctly, I was right about here when we were so rudely disrupted.”
Without warning, he bites down on my neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp. My hips shift reflexively, grinding against him.
I never knew I liked orders or a little snap of pain in the bedroom, but everything he’s doing is making me wet. Without thinking, I reach my hand into my pants and stroke myself, needing the pressure.
Bradoc notices and groans. “Tell me what you feel.” He licks my neck.
“I’m wet and slippery,” I tell him. “My clit is swollen and it feels so good when I rub it.” As I say the words, the little nub of flesh flexes against my probing finger. I slide my hand lower. “Mmm, so, so wet and creamy. Getting ready for your cock.”
Without warning, he yanks off my shirt, the sports bra going with it. Cool air hits my nipples, making them pucker.
“Look at your nipples,” he says. “So rosy and hard. I want to suck them.”
“Be my guest,” I say, still stroking my clit, loving the way it swells and pulses against my finger with each touch.
He leans forward and takes the right one into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the tip. I gasp and I can feel him smile against my skin as he tightens his lips, creating a hard suction.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan.
He switches to the other side, repeating the action, and I moan again. In response, I can feel his cock twitch against me.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I gasp.
He chuckles and stands, picking me up with him. I love that he can manhandle me, like I weigh nothing to him.
He sets me on my feet, my knees shaking. “Strip,” he orders, and I happily comply. He does the same and I watch his clothes fall away, revealing a body I’m becoming mildly obsessed with. I never cared about big gym bros in the past, but Bradoc is different. His size and strength are the result of his species and job, not the need to post thirst traps on social media.
I glimpsed his cock when we went swimming, but it was flaccid then. Now it’s hard and huge, absolutely intimidating.
“There’s no way you’ll fit all the way inside me,” I say. “It’s not anatomically possible.”
He shrugs, unbothered. “Then I’ll fit as far as I can.”
I reach out and delicately fondle the flap at the end. From here I can see that the tip of his cock is normal, and that the flap surrounds it like a big flower petal. “What is this? Human men don’t have it.”
He trembles lightly beneath my touch; apparently the flap is sensitive. “It acts as a plug,” he says. “It flares and hardens inside the female. I’ve told you that reproduction is difficult for trolls. This helps the cause.”
I’ve heard of this kind of thing in nature, seminal plugs that allow a male to ensure the offspring belong to him and not the next male that comes along. It’s not something I ever expected to experience.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
He grins at me. “As much as you want.”
I drop to my knees, but he’s so tall that my head isn’t in line with his pelvis. It doesn’t matter, though. I draw my tongue along the length of him, a long, slow lick that makes him shudder with pleasure.
I draw the flap into my mouth and delicately caress it with my tongue, fluttering along its edges. He groans, deep and long. The sound brings a flood of fresh moisture between my thighs.
I’ve never understood those women who act like sucking cock is a chore. I love it. The power of making a strong man weak is heady. Making him feel so good that he starts helplessly thrusting his hips against my mouth, desperate to come? Fuck, I can’t get enough of that.
I lock my lips around him, increasing the pressure, and take him as deep as I can manage. I choke a little and my eyes water, but I refuse to stop.
His hips flex, just a little, as if he’s resisting the urge to thrust into my throat. I moan at the thought, and the vibration of it spurs him on. He grabs the back of my head and takes control, fucking my mouth.
I love every second of it, enjoying the taste and feel of him, the way he gets wilder the longer it goes on. Finally, he pulls back with a grunt. “Not yet,” he says, sounding breathless.
He drops to his knees, and utilizing that incredible strength, lifts me up and lays me out, spreading me like a buffet before him. He shoves my knees apart and dives in, no teasing.
