Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
So I lick her slowly, pressing my tongue against the entrance to her cunt. I push it inside her, and her hot walls clasp my thick tongue on both sides. I love the sounds of pleasure Mina makes when I touch her like this. She sounds as if she's coming apart, and Mina is always composed, always so pulled together. This Mina is not. This Mina writhes against my tongue, panting. This Mina tugs tightly at my mane with her hands, her breath sobbing out of her.
This Mina likes it when my tongue stabs deep into her, like I want to do with my cock.
One of her desperate hands goes to her clit again, while I push my tongue slowly in and out of her cunt. She touches herself frantically, as if my tongue is not enough for her. With a growl, I bat her hand aside, covering her mound with my hand protectively. While I am between her thighs, this is all mine. I am going to be greedy and selfish with her, and possessive. If she wants more touching, I'm going to be the one to give it to her.
So, carefully, I use the pad of my thumb to roll her clit back and forth, even as I plow my tongue deep into her tasty cunt again.
"Oh fuck," Mina whimpers. Both of her fists go back to my mane and she grinds my face down against her pussy. "Oh fuck, Crulden. That's so good. Oh fuck. Your mouth. I can't…I can't…"
I groan against her soft flesh, fascinated. She's painting my mouth with her need, and her scent is everywhere. It makes my cock ache fiercely, so fiercely that I grind my hips against the mattress while I work her with my tongue and thumb.
"I'm so close," she whimpers. "Harder. Make me come."
Harder? I can do harder. I move my thumb faster over her clit, and thrust with my tongue, as if I'm lapping at her insides. She grinds my face against her softness, and I love it. I love that she's using me and taking what she needs. A needy sound rips from her throat, and she cries out, even as her cunt tightens and flexes around my tongue. In the next moment, a warm wetness coats my mouth as she comes, and I cannot stop the growl of fierce pleasure as I lick her clean.
She spurted her release, like I do mine. I know this means I did well. I made her feel good like she makes me feel good. Pleased, I lick my chops and glance up at her.
Mina is sweaty, tendrils of her hair stuck to her skin, breathing hard. Her lips are parted and she looks utterly dazed. Spent. Well-pleasured.
My pride grows larger by the moment.
I cannot resist dragging my tongue over her delicious folds again, though. She tastes incredible, the musk of her thicker than ever. "Should I stop touching you?" I want to keep licking her forever but I know after I came, my cock was sensitive and needed rest.
She brushes her fingers through my mane, shaking her head. "Come up here with me." She nods at the pillow she rests her head on—a human contraption she made herself and brought from her slave quarters. "Give me a moment."
A moment. I can do that. But only a moment. The need for her still burns within me, and I fear I won't be able to stop touching her. But because she has asked, I carefully ease the shift back down partly over her thighs and then move under the blankets to place my head near hers. I face her, drinking in her beauty. How did I ever find this female ugly? Her nose is strange and her brows dark and prominent in her pointy face, but there is nothing I would rather look at than a well-pleasured Mina.
She smiles at me and brushes her fingers over my jaw again. "We were a little loud, weren't we?"
"I was not."
A giggle escapes her, and she sounds lighter and happier than I have ever heard her. "Okay, I was. I tried to stay quiet but I didn't do a very good job of it." Her cheeks are pink with color. "I've never done that before."
"Touched yourself?"
Her brows furrow. "No. I mean, I've never squirted. Came so hard." Her fingers move over my chest, twining in the pelt there. "Your mouth is pretty amazing."
I made her come harder than she ever has before? My pride only grows. "I want to do it again."
"Soon," she promises. "Give me a moment to catch my breath, and I certainly won't say no." She slides a little closer to me, my tusks practically touching her face. "Can I ask you something?"
"Always."
"Can I kiss you?" Her gaze is on my face, her breath warm under the blanket.