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“What’s that? I can’t hear you,” he says as he continues to circle my nipples with his thumbs.

“You’re almost making me come by playing with my tits, Otis,” I say, my voice husky.

His grin grows wider. Without another word, he dips his head and closes his lips around my left breast while grabbing the other.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

His tongue slides over my nipples, and I realize I wasn’t exaggerating. I’m getting dangerously close to an orgasm, which is insane. I’ve never had that happen without my clit being touched or being penetrated.

Otis sucks harder, growling against my skin.

My hands fly to his horns. “Otis, wait. If you keep doing that, I’ll…”

He lifts his head to look at me. “You’ll come? Then come.”

“I want you inside me when it happens.”

He lets out a short laugh. “It’s going to happen more than once tonight, Romy. I’ll make sure of that.”

More than once? Where has he been hiding my whole adult life?

Otis releases my nipples and trails his hand down my body. His fur tickles my skin, but I welcome it all.

When he stops at the button of my jeans, his enormous fingers tremble a little. I lift my hips to make it easier for him as he tugs my pants down my legs. He runs a hand over my panties before sliding those off as well.

“Fucking hell.” His voice is rough and deep as his huge hands settle on my thighs and he pulls my legs further apart. “You’re completely soaked. So wet. For me.”

“Yes. All your fault,” I huff.

He looks up at me from between my legs. “I’ve thought about how you’d taste. I never thought I’d actually find out.”

A soft breath escapes my lips, but I have no words left. My brain seems to have left the building.

He lowers his head and buries it between my legs, his horns resting against my thighs. His thick tongue touches my clit, and my hips jerk off the counter. I grab his horns instinctively. If he’s going to lick and suck me like this, I need something to hold on to.

He groans and presses his face harder against me. He licks me in long, deep strokes, then closes his lips around my clit and sucks until my heels dig into his back and I produce noises I’ve never made before. Two of his fingers push inside me, and when he curls them, the room seems to spin off its axis.

“Fuck, Otis!” I scream.

He grins against my clit. Apparently, he likes making me lose control.

“You taste so good, Romy. So juicy.”

His words push me over the edge. I grip his horns hard as I come, his name torn from my throat. He continues to lick me through my orgasm until I’m so sensitive that I have to push him away with my feet.

He lifts his head to look at me. His mouth is wet with my juices, and his eyes are wild.

I pull him closer. “You need to get out of those clothes. There’s a condom in my purse.”

He grabs the condom from my purse on the table, then slides his pants and underwear off.

Holy…

I saw him in his underwear, so I had an idea how big he was, but this defeats my imagination. His dick is big and broad, so much so that I’m unsure about it even fitting inside me.

Otis rolls the condom over his enormous cock and settles himself between my legs, arching an eyebrow as if he knows what I’m thinking.

“I can take it,” I say.