Veylara glared at him through a haze of pleasure, her chest heaving, her inner thighs still shivering from the force of her climax. "You... you... if you don't put that cock inside me right now... I'll bite your throat out..."
Sol chuckled. He shifted his weight, rising onto his knees, and gripped his thick, throbbing shaft. He guided the broad, weeping head down through her wet, dark curls, resting the hot crown directly against her swollen, dripping entrance.
The heat radiating off his cock made Veylara's breath catch in her throat.
Her inner walls, still trembling from her orgasm, opened up instinctively, weeping even more moisture to welcome the monster she had been craving for suns.
But at the critical moment, just when she expected to push in, he stopped and rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her entrance with just the tip until her hips lifted in frustrated demand.
"Sol—"
