Page 79 of First Kiss with a Mothman

“Yeah!” We both laugh, and he pulls me up. “Baby, I want all the things with you. You’ve done this with others before?”

“Yeah, but he was an orc shifter. Fortunately, he had tough skin.”

“Will it pierce my skin?”

I shake my head as my heart beats faster. Down below, I’m getting even more excited at the mere thought. “No. It should like…wrap around your thighs. And usually it keeps us both in place long after I…well, finish.”

“Wow…” He rubs up and down my wings, making me shiver. “So, like…do you want to?”

I kiss his chin and reply, “Only if you want to. But fair warning, the few times I’ve topped, we were stuck for like an hour.”

“That’s wild,” he says wistfully. When my wings stop moving, he adds, “But I want that. With you. Because it’s you. You’re perfect inside and out, Mort Rain.”

“I’m really not.”

“You are because your boyfriend says so. And are you calling me a liar?” We both crack up and proceed to make out in the sheets.

Five minutes later, it’s game time. Arie’s ankles are on my shoulders, and I’ve finished prepping him with my tongue and fingers. He’s so clean, and each of his satisfied whines makes me harder than ever.

Once I let him know I’m in position, he nods. His glossy, off-white eyes gaze at me with a pleading look, and I can’t deny him my body anymore. In moments, I enter him and sigh in pleasure.

“Ooh, yes,” he whispers.

“Mmm,” I reply. He feels so good around me. I gently take his hardness and stroke him as I gently pull back. As my heart rate picks up, I set a pace.

I’m lost in the euphoric pleasure of getting to breed Arie. The bed shakes, and he continues to moan sexy affirmations. When he gets harder in my hand, my eyes flutter closed. Then I feel it happen―the fuzzy tendrils in my pelvic area pop out, but I don’t want to slow down.

In seconds, the claspers above my cock have wrapped around Arie, like a fuzzy harness on his legs.

“Ooh,” Arie says.

“You good?” I ask through a grunt. I slow down my fucking, but I don’t stop. My claspers only fuel my mating instinct.

“Yes.” He cranes his head up, and stares me down as if he could see me. “Now fuck me like you mean it, mothman.”

I grin and slowly speed up. “You want this?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he says with a naughty smile.

“You like this moth dick?” I slap his ass, and he laughs.

“Yes, baby.”

“You want…you want me to keep going?” The sound of the bed shaking fills the room. I’m glad no one else is home, but right now, the world could collapse. Nothing matters except me being inside Arie Baker.

“Ooh, yes. Give it to me.”

“You want me to fill you up?” We’re both huffing now. Neither of us is saying anything that makes sense. I’ve never felt so alive.

“Fill me up. Breed me, mothman.”

“You want me to breed you?” I stroke him in time with my thrusts as he plays with his nipples.

“Yes, breed me!” He throws his head back and pushes against my cock with his ass. I’m drilling into him faster and faster. We continue to sputter nonsense and obscenities between moans of pleasure. It isn’t even five minutes before that familiar pleasure rises from my gut.

“Arie…I’m about to…”

“Yes!” He shouts and pulls on his nipples with vigor. His cock hardens in my hand, and with a few more strokes and thrusts, he shoots all over himself.