Book Three: Chapter 7

“I have an idea.” Mike placed his hands on the back of her head. Abella’s whole body was made of stone, and she was extremely strong. “I want you to relax. Let me know if this is uncomfortable.”

“Okay.” Mike’s dick slid back into her mouth, and he eased it in until he reached the back once more. Abella’s body was suddenly rigid, and she didn’t move an inch as he gently pumped himself into her face. Her tongue danced around the length of his shaft, and he began moving harder, thrusting in slightly deeper with each push. The gargoyle was unfazed, but her cheeks had darkened, and one of her hands was slowly massaging the outer folds of her pussy, exposing her ruby clitoris as she tugged gently on her lower lips.

“Oh, yeah, just like that.” Mike moved faster, amazed at the gargoyle’s resilience. She didn’t budge, and he held on to the back of her head, shoving farther and farther. The back of her throat narrowed, his dick bending slightly to follow the path of her throat. Sh