Page 38 of Mirror Man
“Hmmm. I think we might be sufficiently ‘anchored’ for one evening,” she taunts, threatening to slide off of me.
My tentacles wrap her up tightly, coiling her legs in my embrace as my cock hardens under her touch. “I believe one or two more times is in order—just to make sure.”
“Hmmm. Maybe.”
“If you’re very good, I’ll gladly let you test drive a different model,” I offer. “This face could be the face of anyone, you know.”
Agatha shakes her head. “You never have to change again, Lucius. Not for me, not for anyone. I want just you—only you.Allof you.” Her fingers dig into my waist and slide down, scraping the sensitive underside of each tentacle she touches. “Just as you are.”
With an arch of her supple spine, Agatha leans back and raises her hips up. She guides my cock into her entrance, and there’s a hot, wet wall of silken resistance that I eventually manage to squeeze through.
Locked together in a tourniquet of bliss, we rock for a few moments before I realize I never thanked her for her words—or reassured her that I feel the same.
“All I want is you. All of you, just as you are,” I whisper back.
“You have me.”
I let out a long, well-earned sigh as I sink ever deeper into her. “Good.”
