Текст книги "Alien werewolfe"

Автор книги: January Bell

сообщить о нарушении

Текущая страница: 4 (всего у книги 6 страниц)

“Are you too afraid to let me hear the noises you make when you come?” he asks.

That does it for me. The challenge, the inherent dare in his question.

I’ve never backed down from a dare.

Especially not one I wanted to take.

My breath hitches as I tug at the thigh-high slit of my silk skirt, pulling it up. It slides across my skin with a soft susurrus. Brekker growls in approval, a low rumble that sends electric awareness shooting through me.

The underwear they dressed me in before I left the Starlight hub is a mere wisp of black mesh, and his growl deepens as I hook my fingers through the fabric, tugging it over one leg, then the other.

Brekker’s hand whips out, fisting around the black jumble of lace. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him tuck it into the pocket of his pants.

Why is that so damned hot?

I let out a little moan, trailing my fingertips along my inner thigh. He lets out a low hiss that tickles the back of my neck as I drape one leg over his big thigh.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck, his thick fingers digging into my thigh.

I take my time, but not because I’m anxious about letting him watch—no, it’s the complete opposite. Touching myself in front of him feels deliciously naughty. Every sensation is exponentially better, every little noise he makes ratcheting the lust burning through me even higher.

I want to take my time because, even though he’s holding my legs open, squeezing an arm around my waist, I feel utterly and completely in control.

This giant werewolf alien is wrapped around me, and I have him eating out of the palm of my hand.

A girl could get used to that kind of thing.

Each murmured word of approval from him winds me tighter, higher. When my fingertips finally brush the sensitive pearl of my clit, my head drops back, and I sag against him.

“So gorgeous, so perfect,” he says. “Don’t stop.” The words ring with command, but I know better now.

He meant it when he said I was in charge, and I’m drunk on it—on this moment, on him.

“Touch me,” I whisper, rubbing light circles on my clit, chasing the feeling. It’s not enough.

I want him to do it. I want him to do what I say.

I want him to prove that he meant it when he said I was in charge.

There’s a dull snapping noise, and a moment later, I realize he’s bitten his claws off.

His touch is tender as he adds his fingers to where mine have already left me heavy and tight and swollen.

I gasp at the increased sensation. The pads of his fingers are so much rougher than mine, so much larger, and it feels so fucking good.

“I’m close,” I whine. I reach one arm up, wrapping it around his neck as I press myself into him. His cock is hard as can be against the soft flesh of my ass, impossibly thick.

When he removes his hand from my hot pussy, I cry out in displeasure, only to look up to see him lick my glistening wetness from his fingers.

“Your cunt is mine,” he says roughly, and in the next instant, his wet fingers are sliding inside me. My hips flex as I chase the building sensation. His thumb grazes my clit, over and over, as he slips a second finger inside me.

“Brekker, yes,” I pant, whining and hardly recognizing my own voice.

“You’re so fucking tight.” His voice is harsh. “This is mine. You’re going to take my knot so good. Squeeze my fingers, baby. Ride them.”

I can’t do anything but obey.

It’s all I want, all I want is to feel good, to keep chasing my orgasm.

When he crooks them, finding some magic spot inside me, massaging my clit at the same time, stars explode through my vision in a white-hot torrent of pleasure.

I’ve never come so hard.

I didn’t even know I could.

Orgasms have always been a silent, single-minded pursuit of pleasure. I’d get off and immediately roll over and go to sleep.

I didn’t know it could be like that.

I’m completely limp. When Brekker pulls his fingers out of me with a sloppy noise, they’re soaked, and all I can do is breathe through the pleasure still shuddering through me.

“Such a good little human wolf,” he croons, and a small, silly smile turns the corners of lips up.

“That was…” I nuzzle into him, suddenly overcome with a strong surge of emotion. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, little wolfling. This is just the beginning of what we’re going to do together.”

The words are unexpectedly gentle, and when my eyelids finally flutter open, Brekker’s watching me with a careful expression.

The ground transport slows, then comes to a stop.

“You’ve arrived at your destination,” the automated voice announces.

The door slides open on its own, flooding the small compartment with dappled light. I blink at it, still unused to the reality of a planet with sunlight.

Even now, as it wanes, it’s so much brighter and warmer than the sterile overheads I’ve only ever known from station living.

“Come,” he tells me, and I stand awkwardly, adjusting the skirts of my dress. Before I can step out of the ground transport, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me easily into the woods.

I blink, my eyes still adjusting, and my jaw drops at the sight before me.

“Lodge?” I wheeze, and his laugh vibrates against my chest.

It’s not a cabin, or whatever the hell I imagined, not even close.

It’s a full-fledged castle, with thick stone walls and green fire burning in metal braziers beside the massive wooden door. My mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, but nothing comes out.

Between the world-rocking orgasm a minute ago and now the proof of the life of luxury I’ve landed in, I’m at a complete loss for words.

It’s too good to be true.

Life’s taught me that when things are going too well, I never have to wait long for the shoe to drop.

OceanofPDF.com

CHAPTER 9

BREKKER

Aileen is light as a feather and just as soft in my arms. While she’s well-muscled, I worry that she hasn’t received adequate nutrition on her station.

“You need to eat,” I growl. Leaves and pine needles crunch under my boots, the forest birds and animals growing quiet at the apex predator in their midst.

Me.

“I’m okay,” she says. Her eyes are as wide and luminous as the moon herself, and she glances around with an awestruck expression that fills me with pride. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmurs.

“What was it like on the station? You grew up there?” I want to know everything about her.

I don’t like that I know nothing about Aileen.

She’s mine. Mine.

I should know all there is about her, every last drop of who she is and what’s made her that way.

She fidgets slightly, her eyes still wide in disbelief as she soaks up the forest and the lodge. Then her gaze lands on me.

“It was… small.” A small laugh punctuates the remark. “It felt big when I was younger. Like I could get swallowed up by all the different species that lived there and no one would be any the wiser that I was gone. It smelled… like metal. All the time.” Her nostrils flare as she inhales, her eyelids fluttering shut. Miniscule veins crisscross through the delicate skin there. I’m just as captivated by them as I am by everything else about her.

“Metal and sweat and the Oolasag mucin.” Her nose wrinkles, and she opens her eyes again. “I’ll never forget the Oolasag smell.”

“They do smell strange,” I admit with a laugh. “What does it smell like here?”

“Fresh. Earthy.” She inhales again, like she can pick out every different strain if she tries hard enough. “You smell good. Really good.”

Pride raises the hair on my head, and she blinks at me in surprise. “What’s that?”

“It’s just a reaction,” I tell her with another laugh.

I don’t remember the last time I laughed this much, the last time I felt free enough to. But here, with her, in the woods, that mantle of responsibility I’ve worn for so long slowly melts away.

Who am I without it?

“The station was always busy. The only light was artificial.” She raises a hand, marveling at the way the shadows of the leaves overhead play across it. “The days never ended, you know?”

I nod. “I’ve been on a few stations.”

“All the species kept different time. The nocturnal, diurnal, all keep to their normal schedules. Most places were open all the time. It felt… like one endless day rolling into the next.” She bites her lip, and I want to chase her teeth away with my tongue.

“It will be night here soon,” I offer as she falls silent. I want to hear her talk more. Her musical voice, so different from the harsh Wulfric tones I’m used to, soothes something deep in my soul, an ache I didn’t even know I had. “The nights are long on Wulfric. The moon is worth worshipping.”

She’s watching me, her expression so open and sincere it’s as if I’ve dipped my too-hot body into the most refreshing cold spring.

“The hottest period of the day here is called the Hallec. Most of us try to sleep through it.” I approach the enormous door, carved in traditional Wulfric fashion, and balance her against my body to tug it open.

“The Hallec,” she repeats, eyes tracking the carvings in fascination. “I noticed these in the other room, too. These door carvings. They’re similar, aren’t they?”

She is a good little mate already. Smart, observant.

I wonder at it, at how well-suited she seems for me. I make a mental note to thank Tessa again for choosing her.

“They are similar,” I agree. I take the opportunity to pull her even closer as I point at the different tableaus carved on the door and the frame. “They tell the story of our people. It’s traditional—to have the wood carvings.”

“The past is important to the Wulfric,” she says, her fingers skating over the wood. Her eyes narrow, and she glances up at me. “I don’t have a past. Not like this. None of us humans do, not anymore. Our planet… everyone knows what happened to it.” She squirms against me, and I set her down, though all I want to do is hold her tightly as she works through her distress.

Delicate fingertips rub the worn wood of the wolf’s head that forms the knob of the door. “Why did you choose me?”

My throat tightens.

I want to pull her close to me again, replace her questions with her moans of pleasure.

“No Wulfric would have me.”

She nods, eyes still narrowed. “Why?”

“For a creature as fragile as you are, you certainly do not back down from a challenge.”

“Why did you have to marry a human?”

I shift uneasily. “Have I done something to offend you?” The stripe of hair that runs across my head and down the back of my neck prickles as it stands on end.

“Tell me the truth.” Aileen doesn’t blink, holding herself tall and still as she takes my measure, as she roots to the very heart of the problem.

Me.

“I carry… a genetic marker that means my offspring could be—” I swallow hard, squeezing my eyes shut.

Her small, warm hand fits over mine.

I force myself to open my eyes. “No other Wulfric would have me. Our young could be monsters of the worst sort.”

Her smile turns sad, but she doesn’t pull away, not even now that she knows the truth. I am a monster. I have the ability to make monsters, and I am unfit for any wife of my species.

“You were the last resort of a sister who loves me more than I deserve.”

My eyes dart between hers, and to my surprise, she doesn’t flinch away or sneer at me. There’s nothing but empathy radiating from her.

Her arms wrap around me as best as they can.

All my muscles go tense at the unexpected contact, at the unexpected generosity of her embrace.

“If your sister loves you enough to risk your… clan’s approval… for your happiness, then you must be deserving of it.” Her mouth stumbles over the word clan, and I blink in surprise.

She means to comfort me, I belatedly realize.

Slowly, afraid of startling her, I bring my arms around her, too.

My eyes close, and I settle my cheek on the top of her head, breathing her in.

“My sister deserves a much better brother than I. But I can’t deny how grateful I am that she brought you to me.”

I feel her face twitch with her smile.

It echoes through my heart.

OceanofPDF.com

CHAPTER 10

AILEEN

The lodge is absolutely magnificent. I can’t stop looking around in awe at everything. The floor is covered in a plush material so soft that I can’t stop marveling at it. It’s only fear of embarrassment that keeps me from rubbing my cheeks on it.

Heavy chandeliers lit with green flame hang from the three-story vaulted ceilings, warm wood beams crisscrossing overhead.

The fires burning cheerily in stone hearths in every room keep the massive space from feeling cold, as do the huge pieces of soft furniture that crowd throughout the mansion in groupings designed for cozy conversation.

I can’t stop staring at it.

Brekker stares at me, quiet and thoughtful after telling me about his genetic problems.

“So much wood,” I finally say. “I only ever saw a piece of it once, in the museum where I was a, uh, maid. It was the most expensive thing in the whole station, according to the Oolasag we worked for.”

The hairy stripe on his head stands up, ruffling slightly like it’s been moved by an unseen wind.

“We?” he asks, a slight growl in the syllable.

My lips twitch with a smile, and he glares down at me. He’s jealous. Of a we that he doesn’t even understand.

I love it.

“My friend and I worked together there. For years, actually, and we lived together, too. She’s my best friend.” My throat closes up slightly, and tears sting my eyes. “She’s the reason I’m here, really.”

He stares at me, his eyes glowing slightly. “What happened to her?”

“She wanted me to apply with her to the Starlight Jobs Lottery. We were selected at the same time.” The blood drains from my face as it hits me. “We didn’t know it was a bride lottery,” I choke out. “I haven’t heard from her. I haven’t tried to call her.”

Brekker’s hand rests lightly on my shoulder, and he steers me into a vast kitchen. Several people glance up at us curiously as we enter, but all I can do is stare into Brekker’s face.

“She needs food. Something nutritious.” He barks out the words, and I barely pay him or the servants any attention.

Bridget might be married off already, too.

“Can we call her?” I ask, pushing my hair out of my eyes.

Brekker nods. “Of course. Eat something, then we can check on your friend.”

A thousand scenarios run through my head. Detached, I watch as they make me something to eat, worrying about Bridget.

“Is she weak, your friend?” Brekker’s question pulls me back into the moment. “Sickly?”

“Bridget?” My nose wrinkles, and I let out a surprised chuff of a laugh. “No. Not at all. She’s a live wire. A fighter. She makes the best of every situation.”

“She sounds like a good friend.” He squeezes my hand, tugging me into a chair at a worn wooden table. Scuffs and scratches span the length of it, the whole thing finished in a honey color that makes the whole kitchen more comfortable.

A bowl of something steaming lands in front of me, and I murmur my thanks to the cook before she scurries off with a tight smile.

“Noodle soup,” Brekker says, spooning something red into his own bowl.

“Traditional wedding food?” I guess. It smells delicious, sour and savory all at once, and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes.

“No, just my favorite.”

I stir the golden broth with one of the elegant spoons, and vegetables I’ve never seen before float through it before disappearing under the thick noodles.

He doesn’t have to ask me to eat or even remind me. I tuck in with gusto, too hungry to care that the broth is nearly too hot to enjoy.

“Do you like it?” The question is tinged with amusement, and I nod vigorously instead of turning away from the meal. The noodles are the perfect texture, not too squishy and not too hard, and I’ve never had so many fresh vegetables. Ever.

I drain the bowl, literally not caring one bit about my table manners. Another piping hot bowl is set in front of me a second later, and I scarf it down just as fast.

By the time I finish chewing the last noodle, I’m more full than I can ever remember being.

Brekker’s watching me with a satisfied smile, his own bowl of soup empty.

“Better?” he asks, arching one eyebrow.

“It was so good, I could eat twelve more servings. But if I do, I think I’ll explode.”

“We can’t have that,” he says seriously, a hint of a grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Are you ready to try to talk to your friend?”

I nod fervently. “Thank you,” I call out to the woman who brought me the soup as Brekker leads me from the huge kitchen. “It was the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

She grins at me, waving me off with a laugh, and a little bubble of happiness fills me.

I could get used to this.

A husband who wants to take care of me.

Fresh food, fresh air, and a beautiful place to live.

I think maybe I lucked out in the Starlight Lottery after all.

OceanofPDF.com

CHAPTER 11

AILEEN

The comms pad, state of the art, just as Bridget promised me, rings and rings and rings.

There’s no answer.

“You’re sure that’s the contact information the Starlight Lottery woman gave you?” Brekker asks, his brow furrowed in worry.

“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I checked it five times.” I frown at the code on the screen. “Do you recognize the outbound signal? I’m not a pro at this by any means, but I know most of the major codes for civilizations and planets around the station I grew up in.”

“I don’t recognize it,” he agrees.

That just makes me feel worse.

I slump in the chair, and Brekker kneels next to me, frowning as he taps several entries into the comms pad.

“It’s not one I’m familiar with, but that doesn’t mean much, since I deal mostly with on-planet issues.” He rubs a hand over my back, the silk rasping at his touch. “She’s going to be okay. We will find her. The Starlight Lottery wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to her, right?”

I nod, taking heart in his observations. “I don’t think they would. They had stipulations in our contract—” I bite my lip, my gaze heating as I slowly look up at him, remembering.

Remembering that he wanted to discuss an even more in-depth contract.

For sex.

With him.

My focus goes totally to Brekker.

“What did you want to put in our contract?” I ask softly, regarding him with a tilted head. “The one you were talking about⁠—”

He scoops me up with a hoarse laugh, and I squeal as he holds me to his chest.

His lips brush against the tip of my nose. It’s sweet and gentle, and it melts me.

“We don’t need a contract. I’m going to let you lead me where you want to go, and if it takes the rest of our lives to fulfill all my fantasies with you, then it will have been time well spent.”

“Oh,” I say on an exhalation, my eyes wide. “What if I don’t want it to take the rest of our lives?”

“Fuck,” he snarls, and with that, the room blurs by, a door flying open as he runs.

“That was fast,” I say, then laugh as he drops me onto a silken coverlet, the plush bed underneath bouncing with my weight.

“We can go as fast or as slow as you want, Aileen. You tell me what you want.” His dark eyes devour me.

A girl could get used to this kind of thing.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, and that’s all I have to say to make his lips cover mine.

The sharp edges of his fangs graze over my mouth, and I moan at the sensation. His hands are everywhere, leaving heat trailing in their wake, but not enough.

I didn’t even know what I was missing, not really.

He pulls away from me, and I’m vindicated to see he’s breathing as hard as I am, his pupils huge and black.

“What do you know about werewolves?” he asks, propping himself up on one arm beside me. The bed’s soft enough that I roll toward his heavier body.

I don’t mind, though. His hard, muscled chest feels scrumptious where I’m squished against him, and the nerves that troubled me the last few days on the Starlight Hub have completely fled in his presence.

“I know I like you,” I tell him. My sincerity makes me feel foolish, until a smile breaks across his face. “It’s silly, right?” I ask, frowning up at his handsome face.

“No—”

“I mean, we just met, and I already…” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I already like you. A lot.”

“We are husband and wife. It’s not silly. It is right.”

I snort. “That’s a very arrogant assumption.”

“If it’s true, why is it arrogant?” He peppers kisses across the apples of my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, his fingers tickling along my ribs and making me squeal with laughter.

“Do you believe in fate?” he asks, his fingers stilling along my skin, his hands braced around me, one on my waist, the other cupping my head with familiar tenderness.

“Fate?” I repeat, my lips twisting to the side. I let my gaze slide away from his, considering his words.

This room, like the rest in this lodge, lands somewhere at the intersection of sumptuous and elegant, lived-in and ostentatious. It’s gorgeous and rich-looking without being overwhelming.

The same wood carvings etch across every door and doorway, full of strange otherworldly creatures caught between man and beast.

“The Wulfric believe in fate. Very much so. We believe that the doors of every room, of every house, have the potential to change our fate and that walking through them is an act of trust in the forces that guide the universe.”

I consider his words.

“We trust fate to guide us through the change between forms, in and out of our skins. Change is part of the Wulfric experience. It’s essential, and if it weren’t for our belief in fate, in the guiding hand of some greater… force, then we would be reduced to animals.”

“You have to believe there is a reason.” I sum up. A pang goes through me. “Does it hurt?”

“The change?” he asks, not pretending to not understand what I’m asking.

“Is that rude to ask? I don’t know.” I cringe, my nose wrinkling at the idea that I’ve just fucked up and crossed some line I didn’t even know existed.

Note to self: don’t ask werewolves about what it feels like to shift.

“It hurts,” he says quickly. His chest expands as he inhales deeply, apparently contemplating the question. “It helps to hang on to the idea that there is a reason for it. It helps to think there is something greater out there, something that is causing it to happen. Not just that it’s biological or chemical or whatever other reason they throw out there for it.”

“So you believe in… like a god?” I ask, too curious to stem the flood of my questions. “You can tell me to shut up if this is too much. I’m not religious. I know lots of the other species on my station were, but that was never my thing.”

“Not exactly.” He shifts, rolling me on top of him.

I huff a laugh, sitting upright so I can still see his face.

“Fate. Fate, I believe in. That there is a force beyond our knowing, steering us for its own purposes. Maybe it’s foolish to think that.” His big hand reaches up, tucking an errant curl behind my ear. It lingers there, on the side of my jaw, then traces over my collarbone.

I suck in a breath as he continues the downward stroke, running his fingers over the globe of my breast.

He stills, and I see it then—the preternatural way his eyes track all my slight movements, the way he seems to barely breathe while he watches me. Predator and prey.

It’s easy to forget he’s not human.

We might be anatomically similar, might be sexually compatible, but he’s an alien.

And we’re definitely not anatomically similar when he’s in… beast mode.

“Can we have sex?” I blurt the question out, and from the way he blinks up at me, I’m not the only one who’s surprised at the question.

In an instant, so fast I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I hadn’t experienced it, he has me flat on my back.

“I meant… are we, uh, do our parts match up?” My voice hits a higher pitch than it has since Bridget scared me once in the middle of the night.

One of my legs is hooked around his hip, leaving me wide open, my thin dress hiked up to my upper thigh.

He grinds against me, and I moan, my eyes widening in surprise.

“Show me,” I whisper. “I want to see it.”

I find the top of his pants, and I fumble with them for a long moment until he lets out a laugh, helping my clumsy hands by taking them off.

His cock is hard, a bead of liquid pearling at the tip.

I reach for it, curious, and wrap a hand around it.

When Brekker makes a guttural noise, I freeze. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I don’t know how to⁠—”

He grabs my hand around his, clamping it around his cock, leaning up to kiss me. Our mouths clash, and I can’t hold back a moan of excitement as he works my hand over him.

“Everything you do feels good,” he says, leaning back, his eyes focused fully on me. “Look at it. Touch it. Taste it.”

“Taste it,” I repeat, and suddenly, that’s exactly what I want to do. Uncertain but excited, I drop my head, licking the small slit at the tip of his dick. It tastes salty and musky and not bad, really. I make a sound of surprise as he groans.

A heavy hand rests at the crown of my head, his claws gently scratching against my scalp.

Oh, he likes that.

It makes me feel powerful, to have this huge beast of a man all tight and hard beneath me, clearly wanting more but waiting, patient, for me to initiate.

I marvel at it, licking around the head of his cock as he jerks.

He meant what he said—he really is letting me lead.

I never would have thought this was how my day was going to end up—married to the werewolf alien, bitten, fingered to the best orgasm of my life in the transport, and now happily sucking his dick.

Ooh, sucking it! Yep. That’s what I should do. I’m pretty sure I heard that men like that.

I test out my theory, wrapping my lips as best I can around the thick length of him. It’s strangely smooth, despite the thick tuft of fur at the base of his hips.

“Fucking hells, Aileen. I could come with you just like that. Never seen anything so fucking perfect as you with my cock in your mouth.”

Surprised, I glance up at him. Sure enough, he’s staring at me wide-eyed, worshipful.

I guess I like being watched. What a moment of discovery for us all.

I suck him deeper, gratified and amused as he groans, his claws scraping my scalp, his hips bucking gently.

“I want to taste you. Let me fucking taste you,” he growls.

Nah. I’m not about to relinquish control. I’m having way too much fun. I run my fingernails down his fat cock, lapping at the pearly precum on the tip, absolutely loving how he looks like he’s about to fall to pieces at the lightest lick of my tongue.

Heh.

“Sit on my face.”

That gets my attention. “What?” I ask, frowning.

His cock bobs, as if it’s straining to get back in my mouth. I grin at it, giving it a long lick. I like it, I decide.

“I want to taste your sweet cunt. I want you to milk my fucking tongue with that pussy, and I want you to suck my cock while you cum all over my face.”

“Oh.” I blink. “How does that work?” I rub a hand over his cock again, and he hisses like it hurts.

“Do you trust me?”

I consider it, then smile. “Yes.”

He doesn’t waste a second hooking his hands under my arms and tugging me up to his face to kiss me. I love it. I love the way we fit together, the way he’s so much bigger than me. It makes me feel protected.

Plus, he’s freaking gorgeous.

I break away from his mouth as a thought occurs to me. “Can you take your shirt off?”

“Only if you take your dress off.” He gives me a lopsided grin, the challenge clear.

Without a second thought, I tug the expensive silk over my head… only to manage to tangle my arms in it.

“Help,” I squeak, bouncing a little.

His laugh rings out, and then his hot mouth closes over the peak of my nipple.

“Oh, oh,” I manage.

“I like these,” he says, then repeats it on the other breast. I arch into his hands, my arms tangled overhead in red silk. “Does that feel good?”

His eyes lift to mine, and I startle slightly at the glowing orange that meets my gaze.

Pain and pleasure mix as he tugs at the tip of one nipple. I gasp, and wet slicks the juncture of my thighs.

“That’s it.” He all but purrs, satisfaction lighting his still-glowing eyes. “You do like that.”

All I can manage is a moan as he laves each nipple in turn, then blows cold across them. My entire body turns molten under his ministrations.

I finally manage to unwrap myself from my dress, and then I’m clawing at the hem of his shirt as though I might be the one turning feral at any second.

When he’s finally, blessedly naked, it’s all I can do to keep breathing.

My fingers swipe over the web of white lines across the thick muscles on his stomach, following the scars to his chest. He shudders at my touch.

“So many scars.”

“And each one a story for another time.” His eyes are hooded, and the lust I see reflected in them makes me eager to see what happens next. When he pulls my hips, dragging my pussy across his chest, I follow with a soft laugh, half crawling to where he wants me.

My laugh turns to a shocked moan as he rearranges me so I’m facing his feet. The first lick of his tongue on my sex blows my mind.

I whuff in surprise, and he palms my shoulders, gently pressing me down.

There’s no way I can reach his cock—he’s too tall, and I’m going to lose my mind with what he’s doing to me. Besides, I don’t trust myself to do anything but hang on for dear life.

Still, I wrap one hand around his pulsing cock, determined to please him as much he’s pleasing me.

I’m rewarded by a growl that vibrates against my raw nerve endings, and he redoubles his efforts, his wet, rasping tongue exploring every last inch of me.

When he palms my ass, then slips a finger deep inside me, finding that spot I was sure was a myth, I come hard, white exploding across my vision as I scream his name.

OceanofPDF.com