Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Stop—what are you doing?” Slade growled, frowning.
“I…I’m just…” I shook my head, my cheeks going scarlet. “Please, Slade—this is so embarrassing.”
“What, that you’re wearing sexy underwear for the first time? Or the fact that your hot little pussy is getting so wet?”
My cheeks went even pinker in the mirror but some of my embarrassment began to turn to anger.
“I wouldn’t be in this condition if you didn’t keep touching me and whispering all those indecent things in my ear!” I accused him.
“It’s not just me, baby—it’s The Need,” he told me. “It’s tormenting you, isn’t it? The same way The Thirst is fucking with me.” He ran his big hands up and down my arms as he spoke and then reached around to cup my breasts and tug lightly at my tight nipples. “It hurts, doesn’t it? You need some relief but you’re afraid to ask for it.”
“I…I am not,” I denied breathlessly. I wanted to tell him to stop touching me…but I couldn’t seem to do it. His big hands felt so good and he was sending those tingling sparks of pleasure from my nipples straight to my cunny again.
“Liar,” he growled in my ear. “The Need has you in its grip. If you’d just let me lick your pussy, it would get a lot better.”
“That’s dirty,” I insisted breathlessly. “I don’t understand why…why you want to lick someplace so dirty and ugly.”
“Dirty and ugly?” I watched in the mirror as his golden eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that what the people on your backwards little planet teach women about their bodies?”
“Well…yes,” I said defensively. “A woman’s cunny is only for her husband’s shaft to go into or a baby to come out of. Everyone knows that.”
“That’s bullshit,” Slade growled. “You’re beautiful, baby—inside and out. And your pussy is the sweetest, softest part of you. She’s gorgeous, especially when she gets all hot and swollen like she is now.” He nodded at my image in the mirror.
I nibbled my lower lip, unsure what to say.
“Do Brutes really think that about…about lady parts?” I asked at last.
“Oh yes, Princess.” He met my eyes in the mirror and I could see the lust in his gaze. “We need to taste our Fated Mates but that’s not all—we fucking love it too. There’s no place I’d rather be than between your thighs, eating you out. But since you’re still not ready to let me…”
He raised his hand to his mouth. I watched, confused, as he sucked his first two fingers for a moment, getting them wet.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Helping you,” he said shortly.
And then he slipped his big hand into the tiny pair of scarlet panties and cupped my pussy.
“Oh, Slade!” I gasped as he parted my cunny lips and slipped his fingers into my wet pussy. The sensations were immediate and intense—pleasure and relief flooded my body as he began to slide his fingers around and around my aching clit.
“That’s right, baby—does that feel good?” he growled softly in my ear. “Why don’t you watch while I do it? Why don’t you watch me pet your soft little pussy and make you feel better?”
As he spoke, he peeled down my panties so my cunny was completely bare. He sucked his fingers again, clearly savoring my juices, and then dipped down to touch me some more.
“Spread your legs for me, Princess,” he commanded as he began stroking and caressing me again. “Spread your hot little pussy like a good girl while I finger you.”
“Oh…oh, Slade!” I nearly wailed, not caring anymore if we were in public. I spread my legs for him, just as he had ordered and watched as the girl in the mirror did the same while the huge Brute behind her stroked and caressed her open pussy.
He was so big and muscular, his body looming over hers as one hand teased and tugged her nipples and the other petted her cunny. She was writhing against him, moaning, and I realized all over again that she was me. I was acting like a female animal in heat as my husband stroked and caressed me.
My hips were bucking involuntarily as Slade played with my pussy. I was getting close…so close to the edge that he’d pushed me over last night. The edge of ultimate pleasure I had never dared to reach on my own…
And then, just as I was about to come, he stopped petting my clit and slipped his fingers inside me instead.
“Slade!” I cried, bucking my hips impatiently as he began to thrust up into me. “Slade, please! I was so close.”
“Are you going to let me fuck you with my tongue the way I’m fucking you with my fingers?” he demanded. “If I make you come, will you let me drink your juices?”
I bit my lip. Part of me—a large part—wanted to let him perform the forbidden act on me. But it was so hard to get over the idea of that part of me being unclean and ugly. I couldn’t help flashing back to a conversation I had overheard once back at the palace when I was younger…but then I pushed it away. I didn’t want to think of that right now.