Bull Moon Rising (Royal Artifactual Guild #1) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Royal Artifactual Guild Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
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And now’s my chance. I push her thighs apart, spreading her legs, and lower my head between her thighs before she has time to think about what I’m doing.

Aspeth squeaks in surprise the moment my tongue brushes over her skin. The thing with Taurians? We have long, mobile, thick tongues. I can lick my own eyebrows, if I’m so inclined, and human men can’t compete with a Taurian who knows how to use what he’s got. Kissing be damned. I’ve got better things to do with my mouth. Leaning in, I drag my tongue over her entire pussy in one smooth stroke.

Her breath hitches and then a moan escapes her. “You…oh…”

“You said you’d been touched before, Aspeth. How much?” With the tip of my tongue, I tease her cleft open, rubbing against the bud of her clit and making her squirm. “Did your human lover do that to you?”

“He—he touched my thigh,” she babbles, her fingers gripping the blanket next to her hips. “No tongue. I—I thought you were going to touch me with your hands.”

“Tsk. You’re going to have to be more specific, wife.” I flick my tongue over her cunt again, and she shivers in response. “Tell me if you want me to stop, then. If this is too much for you.”

“Not too much,” she breathes, and then parts her thighs wider, bending her legs at the knees. “Do you…should I…”

“You stay right there and let me taste you.” I run a hand along the inside of her thigh, watching her reaction, and then lap at her cunt again. The taste of her hits my senses—musky and somehow sweet. She moans again, her hands fluttering toward me before settling back down to the bed.

With amusement, I grab one of her hands and place it firmly on my shoulder. “You can grab the horns, if you like.”

Her fingers curl against my skin and her eyes flutter closed. I tap my tongue against her clit again, and she arches. “You…no, that’s really good. Really, really good. You can do that all you want.” Aspeth’s voice takes on a dreamy quality. “Feels so nice.”

I’m both amused and offended by her commentary. “Nice” isn’t what a bull wants to hear when he tongues his wife. He wants to have her screaming. But Aspeth is a little more virginal than I’d expected, so I need to go slow. Make sure she doesn’t get overwhelmed.

Which is fine, because it allows me to savor every moment of this. I love the squirming she does with every tap of my tongue. I love the taste of her, as soft and delicate as her skin. My cock throbs in time with my pulse, dripping pre-cum all over the floor and the edge of the bed, but I can’t be bothered with such trivialities. I’ve got my muzzle between my wife’s thighs and everything else in the world—including my own pleasure—can wait for a bit. I push her legs into the air and wrap my hand around the base of my cock, squeezing to stop myself from coming before she does.

Because I need to taste her release. Badly.

I tease the tip of my tongue over her clit again, rubbing against the underside of it. I’ve had females in my bed with prominent clits in the past, and they’re easy to tease to climax. Aspeth has sweetly thick folds hiding her bud from my sight, and when my tongue teases over it, it’s barely more than the tiniest of bumps. Perfectly fine. It’s delicate and hesitant, just like her. No matter a woman’s shape or form, I can figure out how to get her off. It just takes a little attention to detail.

Squeezing my cock again, I tongue her and push into her core, using my thick tongue length like I would my cock. She sucks in a breath of surprise, squirming against my mouth. Something tells me that she’s never had that happen before and she doesn’t know what to make of it. Her cunt clenches around my tongue and I thrust into her, but she’s no longer making those little pants of delight—time to change plans. I go back to licking her pussy, using firmer and firmer strokes of my tongue, until she’s wet and juicy and making those sweet sounds again.

This time I focus on her clit, that intoxicating, half-hidden little bit that I know she’ll like attention on. Using my free hand, I push the folds of her cunt apart, exposing her, and it forces the tiny, flushed bud into prominence. I lick her again, and Aspeth’s hands fly to my horns. The gurgling sound that erupts from her throat would make me laugh if I wasn’t so mucking hard. As it is, I stroke my hand down my cock, my fingers messy with pre-cum. I should stop rubbing myself, should play with her pretty, jiggling tits and give them the attention they deserve, but I can’t stop myself. Just like I can’t stop myself from wrapping my lips around her now-prominent clit and sucking lightly.


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