Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Immediately she draws my head back to her teats. “I liked what you were doing,” she says again. “And I want you to take control. It makes it. . . better for me. Tell me when to come. And please, god, don’t be gentle. The firmer the touch, the better.”
My already hard cock leaps in ecstasy at every word out of her mouth. I grab her hips and pull her more firmly onto me, the scented V of her soft thighs pressed securely against the log of my cock.
So little cloth between us. I die at the thought, even though I realize I have never truly lived before this moment.
I lower my head and draw her pebbled teat back into my mouth.
Hands on her hips, I rock her against me. She cries out, flinging her arms around my head and burying her face against my neck. And my cock, oh gods, my cock is there between her thighs. Right up against her sex. I feel half out of my mind with wanting her. With need. With her scent. With the feel of her plump little ass through the thin fabric of her covering.
I rock her up and down, her hips thrusting wildly against me. She cries out little needy, pleasured sounds. I scent the wetness seeping through the thin cloth covering the mysteries of her sex. I want to rip it away but don’t. I will take every small measure she gives and be so fucking glad for it. Gladder than I’ve ever been in my whole useless, worthless life.
Again the realization hits. Life has only begun now. Meeting her. I release one breast and move to the other. Such bounty. My hardness strains as pleasure lights up my spine.
“Oh my god, you’re so big,” she cries out again, hands still clenched in my hair. Her cheek is pressed against my head, and she has me in such a tight hold. “I can feel you against my clit when you move like that.”
So she likes it when I move like this. I continue to thrust up and pull back down, and, oh yes, the pleasure. I have never known such pleasure as being sandwiched between her thighs and belly and sex, wrapped around me so tight, her intoxicating scent rising all around us.
She moves against me when I move, and we seem to develop a rhythm. She starts to cry out, like a scream, except it rocks higher and higher. As if she is close to some pleasure but hasn’t yet reached it. Or maybe I get that idea because she starts to cry with this desperate whine. “Oh god, I’m so close. I’m so close, it’s so close—”
I want to take her to the destination she is close to, but I don’t know how. She is the first woman I’ve ever touched. So I squeeze her tighter. And my lowest pair of arms, clenched at her back, dares to dip lower. I knead the soft, fleshy globes of her ass, notching her sex even tighter against where my cock is pressed against the outside of the cloth separating us—
She said to tell her when. I’m not sure exactly what she meant, but I want to give her what she needs. So I say, “Not yet.”
Her squirming on my lap goes crazy at my command, her noises escalating. Her fingernails claw into my hide, and she bites down on my neck.
My cock strains so hard at her writhing and the squirt of scent that marks the air. Again, I say, “Not yet.”
“Oh, oh—” she moans. “Please. Please, may I come?”
My chest rushes with inflamed heat and feels like it expands three sizes. “That’s right. Beg for what you want. Beg, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, Kharon, oh god, please, may I fucking come? I need to come so fucking hard. Please let me come, please, I’m begging you—”
“Bite my neck again if you really mean it,” I growl. “Hard.”
She sinks her teeth in, wailing with need into my neck.
“Now,” I roar before suckling her teat mercilessly.
She screams, teeth still locked hard on my neck and arms clenched in a vise around my head. And she rocks like a wildcat in my lap. My own pleasure, fuck, I’m barely holding it back. I can feel it there, like a tide behind a dam—
“Kharon!” she cries, and then her body starts to shudder and quake as her wetness, along with her scent, releases in a flood.
I’m consumed and can no longer keep control. I cannot imagine what it would be like to be inside her. Even being squeezed against her drenched center has me at the edge, about to go over.
I have only erupted a handful of times throughout my life, and never like this, never so hard or with such intensity. The pleasure feels like a lightning strike at the base of my spine, and then it is pulsing out of my cock, one pulse, another, and then on and on, and on—