Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
I licked, finding the little slit and tracing it with my tongue. I braced my hands on his thighs before feeling upwards, tracking the large mass of muscle. I circled his tip with my tongue as one hand found his balls, cupping firmly. He’d clearly stepped onto the path in the nude. I sucked him in, taking him as far as I could and then backing off, gripping his shaft with my free hand and stroking as though my hand were an extension of my mouth.
Liquid danced across my tongue, and though it must’ve been precum, it in no way tasted like it. Instead of being tart and mostly horrible, this tasted sweet, like candy with notes of the sticky buns Granny made when she was in a particularly good mood. It was delicious.
There could be no more doubt. This was definitely a drug-induced erotic hallucination. And unless there was a particularly horrible come-down, it was going to bring in lots of gold when I figured out exactly what had caused it.
I sucked harder, wanting more of that flavor, taking more of him than I usually would. I massaged his balls as I pulled back. I swirled my tongue around his tip before sucking him in again, feeling his hand fist in my hair. He pulled me away.
My mewl of displeasure was heartfelt for the first time in my life. I usually hated giving head—a chore I did only because I wanted it in return—but this time I had a need to keep going. I wanted his sweet release on my tongue, his knees weakening as a result of my efforts. I wanted to please him.
The strong fingers of his other hand wrapped around the base of my jaw, massaging. He pulled me forward and his cock was back, pushing in deep, hitting the back of my mouth. I just barely kept from gagging as his fingers applied pressure, wanting me to relax just there. To release the tension.
I did as he wished and was rewarded with him pushing in deeper. Receding and then deeper still, down into my throat. Faster now, fucking my face.
This should be highly uncomfortable. Much worse than the pump-suck action I usually employed. But gods help me, I fucking loved it. I wanted more of him. All of him.
His tip dripped and I swallowed greedily, holding onto his thighs as he yanked my hair with each thrust. My eyes watered and I looked up at his face, knowing somehow that he’d get off on it. Not questioning why. Deeper and deeper he went until his balls butted up against my chin.
“Good girl,” he growled, so soft.
The rest of my tension drained away, basking in the glow of his praise—which was alarming because usually I got deeply annoyed and often violent if a man talked to me like I was his pet. Like I needed his approval. But this stranger’s tone held none of that. We were on the same team, each of us striving to give the other what they needed. Those words now, like this, said like that . . . It was all kinds of hot.
I hollowed my cheeks with suction, loving those little yanks in my hair. I felt his pleasure like it was my own. And then I felt the base of his cock begin to swell. Clearly he was a shifter, a wolf. They were the only magical beings that could form knots, the bases of their dicks enlarging enough to lock them inside of their mates.
My lips butted up against it as he pummeled my mouth and suddenly I needed it inside of me. I craved to be locked with him in a lover’s dance, feeling him pulse, answering with my pleasure.
I pushed his legs with my hands and pulled back against the tight grip he had on my hair. He relented his hold immediately; something that must’ve given him pause. I would’ve been panicked that the job would go unfinished.
I reached up for him, my hands bumping against his body.
He caught my wrists, beginning to lift me up. I pulled, though, trying to bring him down to my level.
He sank to the ground in front of me, his warm breath dusting my face. I ran my hands across his torso, salivating at the mighty pecs. Up to his shoulders— hulking things, incredibly wide. Around to the back of his neck, pulling him to me.
He leaned in slowly, taking his time. I could feel his gaze on me, roaming my face. Settling on my lips. With him I didn’t need detailed sight. I seemed to be connected to him in a strange way, able to anticipate his movements, feel his whereabouts and intentions.
His lips brushed mine, unhurried. Soft, as though we’d been lovers all our adult lives. As though we were reuniting after a long time away, savoring the moment. Deeper now, his lips nibbling, sucking in my bottom lip. I groaned with his taste, drew him closer, nearly crawling up onto him to get closer still.