Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
He’s definitely hard now. When I run my fingers over him, he feels turgid. I think of the romance novels that called it “velvet over steel” and it’s not entirely wrong. His skin feels soft and hot, but he also feels impossibly hard. It’s fascinating, and I keep stroking him, entranced by the feel of his cock. Even the ridges seem more pronounced—
“D’see,” O’jek breathes, and grabs my wrist. “No.”
I pout at that. “Are you telling me ‘no’ because it’s unpleasant or ‘no’ because of something else?” I lean in, nipping at his ear. I’m feeling frisky this morning. Any woman would be after having her pussy devoured for hours last night. “Or do you just not like my touch?”
He groans again, tilting his head so I can nibble on his ear. Oh, he likes that, then. “It is a no because you should rest.”
O’jek still sounds half asleep as he protests. “But what if I want to suck on you?” I whisper into his ear, and then nip his earlobe. “What if I want to take you in my mouth and make you come like you did to me?”
The sound he makes is inhuman, and in the next moment, I’m flipped onto my back and his hungry mouth is between my thighs again. I whimper, because his frantic tongue is on my clit, his big arm pinning my legs open and pressed against my chest. Oh god, it’s so good. I don’t know how he manages to do that so quickly, but his tongue is everywhere at once and I swear I’m going to come just from a few flicks of it. “I want to pleasure you,” I manage between gasps. “Please, O’jek. Please let me lick your cock. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Do you know what feels good?” He tells me, voice thick, then dips his tongue into the entrance of my body. “Your thighs trembling as I make you come. The sounds you make when I suck on your clit. The taste of you—”
I grab his hair—his braid is an absolute mess after last night and my greedy hands and pant as he latches onto my clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue. “Me first, then you. That’s the deal.”
He doesn’t lift his mouth to agree or disagree. He simply keeps lapping at my clit, my legs trapped, until I’m quivering and convulsing in place. I sound like a wounded animal, but I’m so tender there that I can’t keep the noises that rise out of me silent. My pussy floods with release again, and he makes a pleased sound, not letting me up until he’s licked me clean and I’m twitching, oversensitive, with every brush of his tongue.
“The perfect way to greet the dawn,” he murmurs, giving my thigh a pleased kiss.
With a deep sigh, I wait for him to release me. The moment he does, I grab him and tackle him back down to the furs. Sliding down his body, I notice the thick stab of him rising from his body. “Someone hasn’t had the perfect morning yet,” I correct him. “Now it’s my turn.”
“D’see—”
“Hush,” I tell him, leaning down to lick his cock like a treat. “I’m practicing.”
He sucks in a breath the moment my tongue glides over him and goes still. I glance up at him and his eyes are closed, the dancing blue glow entirely gone. His tail thumps the blankets once, hard, and I imagine it to be a demand for more. Grinning to myself, I lick him again and wait for a response.
It’s not long in coming. He growls low in his throat and his tail fwaps again. “You stopped.”
“I just wanted to make sure you wanted this? You didn’t seem sure.” I lean down, letting my breath fan over his cockhead, and then dip my tongue briefly—oh so briefly—against the tip. I’m gratified by the choked sound he makes. “What’s that, O’jek?”
“D’see…”
“Hmm?”
I can practically hear his throat working. The words that follow sound as if they’re gritted out between his teeth. “Please practice me.”
Oh, I like that.
Using my lips only, I explore his length. I rub my face over him, fascinated by the velvety texture. His skin is always pleasant to the touch—a soft chamois that just begs for petting—but something about the heat of him here makes him absolutely irresistible to me. With one hand, I hold him steady, and with my face, I nuzzle at his cock, running my mouth over each ridge and learning him. His head is the most sensitive, I think, based on his reactions, but he also likes it when I run my fingers lightly over his sac and shaft. His spur doesn’t feel as enticing as the rest of him, so I quickly give it a kiss and return to the velvety warmth of his skin, mouthing a ridge as I do.