The first time you joked about wanting to ride his biceps, Valko laughed like he thought you were just being cute.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
Now he’s lying back on the bed, one massive arm flexed hard for you, that thick, veiny bicep bulging like it was made for this. His other hand rests possessively on your hip, steadying you as you straddle his arm, grinding your slick pussy right against the hard curve of muscle.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes, voice rough. His ears are twitching like crazy, tail thumping hard against the mattress behind him. “Using my arm like a toy… you really are something else, sweetheart.”
You’re soaked. Every roll of your hips makes your clit drag against the firm swell of his bicep, the friction so intense it has you whimpering. Valko’s watching you with hungry eyes, flexing the muscle underneath you on purpose so it presses harder against your core.
He’s huge. The sheer size of his arm between your thighs makes you feel small and filthy in the best way. You brace one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his wrist for balance, and start riding his bicep faster, grinding down with needy little moans.
Valko groans like he’s the one getting fucked. His free hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple while his tail goes absolutely wild, smacking loudly against the bed.
“Shit- keep going,” he groans, voice breaking. “Use me. Ride it just like that… fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”
Every flex of his arm makes you shudder. The muscle is rock hard and slick with your arousal now, and the sight of it; your pussy sliding messily over his massive biceps while he stares up at you like you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen is driving you both insane.
He’s panting, ears flat, cheeks flushed, looking way too proud of the fact that you’re getting yourself off on his arm like it’s your favorite toy.
And honestly? It might be.
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