15. Kiki

Chapter 15

Kiki

Great balls of fire, his cock is enormous!

Beautiful, perfectly sculpted, but enormous. I guess maybe not by Sasquatch standards since it’s anatomically proportionate, but all of him is so much bigger than a human man.

And the tip is glowing and vibrating and leaking a drop of precum.

We lock gazes for a moment and the fire in his eyes heats my blood. My heart does its best impression of a Formula One engine as he undresses me with a reverence that steals my breath.

His large hands are so powerful yet so nimble as they skim over my skin removing each piece of clothing until I’m bare.

The air between us is electric. I can’t help squirming, rubbing my legs together in delicious anticipation.

"I want to explore every inch of you," he rumbles, his voice low and rough with desire.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. "Explore away, big guy."

Something wild and untamed flashes in his eyes at my invitation.

"Grasp the headboard," he commands, and hot damn, if that dominant tone doesn't do all sorts of delicious things to my insides.

My pussy convulses. My sweet, mushy, cinnamon roll has turned in to a feral sex-crazed beast and I’m here for it.

I comply eagerly, wrapping my fingers around the sturdy wood of the headboard. He uses his mouth to do the exploring. He trails scorching kisses along the column of my throat, across my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts. Each touch is electric, igniting sparks beneath my skin.

Gruffydd's rough, calloused fingers roam my dips and curves driving me into a fervor.

My nipples throb, my breasts feel heavy, and my hands itch to reciprocate, to run up his muscled arms, over his broad shoulders, and across his sculpted chest beneath the soft fur, but when I remove them from the headboard, he growls and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head as he kisses my breasts, his fangs scraping gently against my sensitive flesh. I swallow hard. He’s so powerful but with me, his power is controlled, contained.

I arch my back, moaning loudly as he sucks and bites at my nipples.

His hands are massive. His body is formidable.

“Please,” I pant between shaking breaths, “I want to touch you too.”

After a long moment, Gruffydd releases my wrists, and I run my palms over the broad expanse of his chest, marveling at the silky fur and the solid muscle beneath. When my fingers graze his nipples, his hips jerk and he lets out a groan that I feel all the way to my toes.

Emboldened, I take my time with my own exploration. He's built like a tank, all coiled strength and raw power, but there's a gentleness to him too. A worshipful quality to the way he touches me, like I'm something infinitely precious.

I can't ignore the massive erection straining between us any longer. We're talking a serious piece of equipment here—glowing and vibrating. It should be weird maybe, but somehow it's just insanely hot. In fact, his cock is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I wrap my fingers around his substantial girth, and he pulses in my grip, as I stroke him from base to tip, relishing the way his breath hitches and his muscles flex with restraint.

I experiment with different pressures and rhythms, watching his reactions. A twist of my wrist here, a thumb swiped over the head there, and he's putty in my hands. The power is heady, knowing I can reduce this powerful beast to a quivering mess with just my touch.

And then he pulls himself from my grasp, moving lower kissing my stomach. His tongue darts out to tease my belly button before moving further down. I'm squirming with anticipation as he spreads my legs apart. His eyes lock with mine while he lowers his head between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends a jolt of pleasure through my body that has me moaning aloud. He licks and sucks at me eagerly, his rough tongue sending waves of sensation crashing over me. I cry out, writhing beneath him as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

“I can’t take it any more,” I rasp out on a breath. “I want you inside me, big guy. I need you.”

Gruffydd obliges, positioning himself over me and filling me inch by delicious inch, allowing me to adjust to his size, which lemme tell you, takes a minute but it’s so delicious. He stretches me until I swear I feel the nudge of his tip against my cervix.

And the vibrations…oh my god, the vibrations feel divine.

By the time he’s fully sheathed, I’m enmeshed in a lusty haze of pleasure. I cling to him as he starts to move. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the slide of fur against skin, in the mingled scents of musk and sex. Every nerve ending in my body is alight with pleasure.

The intensity of our connection floors me. The chemistry between us is off the charts. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Soon, he's thrusting into me with abandon, his powerful hips driving him deeper and deeper with each stroke.

I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust and urging him on as he fucks me harder and faster. The walls of the cave echo with our cries of pleasure, and I know that I'm on the verge of orgasm. Gruffydd seems to sense it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent and erratic as he chases his own release.

It builds and crests like a wave, until finally it crashes over me and I'm drowning in sensation, in emotion, in him. Our mutual climax is like nothing I've ever experienced before. My body convulses with pleasure, my muscles spasming as I cry out his name. Gruffydd roars and his cock pulses inside me as he fills me with his seed.

We collapse, spent and satisfied. Gruffydd pulls me into his arms, holding me tight as we catch our breath. With his heart pounding against my chest, I drift off to sleep wrapped in my beast’s embrace.