Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Do you think you can let me sting your pussy too?” Malik murmured. “Can you be a good girl and spread your legs for me?”
I didn’t answer with words. Moaning softly, I spread my thighs and watched as the long, whip-like tail slid slowly down my body. It found my pussy, just above the water, and began caressing my outer lips.
“Hmm, I think I need a little help here,” Malik told me. “Can you reach down and spread yourself open for me, baby? Spread your pussy so I can sting your clit?”
I could feel my cheeks getting hot with a blush, but I couldn’t deny him. Reaching between my legs, I carefully spread the outer lips of my pussy, baring myself for the big Incubus completely.
“Good girl,” Malik rumbled again. “Such a good girl to spread your pussy for me, Celia.”
It didn’t take long for his tail to dip inside my inner folds and start teasing my clit, but to my surprise, he didn’t sting me right away. Instead he seemed to enjoy circling my tight little button with the tip of his tail, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
“What…what are you waiting for?” I panted. “Oh God, Malik—I’m so close!”
“I know you are and I promise I’m going to make you come in just a minute,” he told me. “But before I sting your clit, I want to sting the inside of your pussy.”
“Inside me?” I tilted my head up to look at him uncertainly. “Why there?”
“Because it will help you open to take me.” He stroked my hair and looked down at me, a serious look in his eyes. “I didn’t just come back to save you, Celia—I came back to fulfill your deepest fantasy too. In order to do that, I need you to be able to take my cock in your tight little pussy.”
I felt my heart sink a little. So he wasn’t here to stay—he was just going to give me mind-blowing sex and then leave. But if a beautiful memory was all I could have, then I would take it, I decided. I wasn’t going to be sad or upset—I was just going to go with the flow and let him do what he wanted with me.
“All right,” I said at last, letting my thighs drift further apart. “Go ahead, Malik—sting me.”
His eyes went half-lidded and he bent down to give me a sweet, upside down kiss before straightening up again.
“Mmm, you’re such a good girl, Celia,” he told me. “Opening your pussy to let me sting you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
As he spoke, the end of his tail slipped deep inside me and, after a moment, I felt him find the end of my channel.
“When are you going to—ohhhh!” I moaned, because it was like he had somehow found a second clit inside me and was stroking it teasingly.
I’d read many times about “G-spot orgasms” but I had always believed they were a myth. Malik proved they were for real as he continued to tease me with his tail. The pleasure was deep, like an earthquake inside me. My back arched helplessly and if Malik hadn’t been holding my head as he washed my hair, I might have gone under the warm water of the bath.
“Oh…oh my God! Malik!” I moaned as his tail swelled inside me for a moment before slipping out.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, looking down at me. “Just relax.”
That was easier said than done when I was still feeling the aftershocks of the deep orgasm he’d given me. Also, even though I had just come, I wanted more. I wanted him inside me—not just his tail but his cock, which I had yet to become acquainted with.
“I’m going to sting your clit now,” Malik told me. “Not to make you come again—not yet. Just to make you more sensitive to pleasure.”
As he spoke, the pointed end of his tail found my button again and I felt a slow wave of pleasure rolling through me as my clit swelled with need and desire.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Malik, I don’t know if I can take much more of this! Please, I need you—need you in me!”
“You’ll have me in you in just a minute, baby,” he promised, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Let me just rinse your hair and get you all dried off…”
He did as he said, washing the shampoo out of my hair and then lifting me out of the tub to dry me with a towel. I protested that I could dry myself, but he only shook his head.
“No, baby—I’m taking care of you, remember? Tonight is all about you and your pleasure,” he murmured. Then he lifted me and carried me to the bed.
“Now just relax,” he ordered as he laid me down on it so that my lower legs hung down over the side.