The Billionaire’s Tentacles (Alien Breeding BBW Erotic Romance) by Cherry Dare Page B

lube, or
even pre-cum.
    Stop it, Sheila, you nasty girl, I warned myself. I was here to get the dirt on Mr. Kane, not to indulge in
sexual fantasies.
    He threw himself on to the huge bed
and yanked off his pants. His cock sprang out, erect and huge. He grabbed it in
his hand.
    I knew I shouldn't watch him jerk
off. I had never been a voyeur. But I couldn't resist seeing him in such an
intimate moment. I took a soft step closer to the window.
    Mr. Kane reclined on the bed, his
entire gorgeous body glistening with sweat or oil. His black hair was damp and
tousled, no longer carefully styled like it had been when I had met him in his
office. His ripped chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily, as if he was
already on the verge of orgasm. It was incredibly sexy to watch him when he
wasn't so in control of himself.
    I was sweating, too. My own arousal
sent flutters through my belly and moistened my pussy. I had an intense urge to
slide my hand down into my panties and touch my throbbing clit. It was so
strong that I jammed my hands into my pockets to stop myself.
    I felt my own breath coming faster
as I watched him slide his hand up and down his massive shaft. I wanted to see
what he looked like when he came. I wanted to see how his face changed, and
hear whatever sound he made. I leaned forward, my face almost touching the
curtains.
    His cock was amazing— by far the
longest and thickest I'd ever seen. Mr. Kane pumped at his shaft, his features
tight with urgency. He moved his hand harder and faster. Beads of gleaming
liquid flew from his hair as he flung his head back and moaned aloud.
    I couldn't take it any more. I had
to get myself off, or I'd explode. I'd just have to be very, very quiet. I
pressed the back of my left hand against my mouth, clenched my teeth tight
together, and began to rub the fingers of my left hand against my slick pussy.
    As I masturbated, I timed my
strokes to Mr. Kane's, imagining his hand stimulating my swollen clit.
    He shuddered and groaned, as if he
was coming. But he didn't ejaculate.
    Two long, slender tentacles emerged
from his groin. They wrapped themselves around his cock and slid up and down,
working in tandem with his hand.
    I was so amazed that I pulled my
hand out of my pants.
    Was I hallucinating? Or was he a... a
tentacle monster?
    Don't be ridiculous, Sheila, I told myself . It must be some kind of rare birth defect.
    Now I knew his secret. No wonder he
hid away on the island. This must be his time to take advantage of his strange
mutation for masturbatory purposes, without anyone around to discover it.
Though I still didn't know why he was more worried about women catching him
than he was about men.
    I took my mini-camera out of my
pocket and snapped some shots. This was going to be the scoop of a lifetime!
    More tentacles emerged from his body,
at his groin and waist and wrists. All of them were pink as the palms of his
hands, suckered like an octopus, and glistening with that slick liquid.
    I was fascinated. But, to my
surprise, I was not repulsed. The weird organs moved like the tentacles of a
sea anemone, twisting and probing at the air. They should have been grotesque,
but they looked oddly natural.
    I took more photos. But by the
third, I was overcome with guilt. Mr. Kane must be self-conscious about his
body. Why else would he go to such great lengths to keep it a secret?
    I could identify with that. I often
wished I was thin, like the women who get photographed in the magazines I wrote
for. Every time I went grocery shopping, I was reminded that beauty was defined
as being size six, at most. I knew what it was like to worry that my body would
be rejected by others.
    How could I expose Mr. Kane to
rejection, disgust, or even horror? What sort of person would that make me?
    I ejected the memory card from my
camera and snapped it between my fingers. In the silence of the night, the
crack was louder than I expected.
    Mr. Kane's tentacles instantly
whipped around, their blunt