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)
That does it. She expects me to stand by while she touches herself—coats the very hut in her arousal—and do nothing as she calls my name?
Her thighs squeeze together suddenly, and I know she is close. With a growl, I put a hand to her knee and push them apart again. “You want to show me, show me.”
D’see whimpers, her hand moving faster between her thighs. Her little clit must be stiff and aching, I bet. She likes it when I suck on it, and I cannot resist touching her. Just a little. With one finger, I reach down and stroke through her folds.
She cries out, lifting her hips to follow my touch.
She wants me in her furs? She can have me, but it will be by my rules. With a hungry snarl, I push her hands aside and lower my head, clasping my mouth over her clit and sucking. She jolts, moaning, and rocks against my mouth when my tongue begins to tap a pattern against the underside of her clit. “Oh god. Yes, O’jek. Oh, please, please. I need you so badly.”
I suck and lap at her cunt, pleasuring her with my tongue and mouth until she is keening, her hips jerking against my face. D’see comes quickly, and as she catches her breath, I continue to lick her folds, devouring her taste. My cock aches with hunger for her, but I cannot give her what she wants.
She moans, her thighs coming up to frame my face and she touches my mane. “Oh, O’jek.”
My own hunger is impossible to ignore. I scrape my teeth along the inside of her thigh and love the sharp breath she takes. I sit up, her taste on my lips, and stroke my cock with my hand. The sight of me touching myself excites her, and D’see squeezes her teats, toying with her nipples as I do.
“Yes,” she breathes. “You come, too. Stroke your cock for me.”
I groan, her words making me move harder and faster. I work my shaft with my hand, rolling my thumb over the tip, until I am dripping with pre-cum, and I slide it down my ridges to lubricate my grip. It reminds me of her mouth, and when she parts her lips and licks them while watching me work myself, my release erupts. I come, hot streaks of my release painting across her soft skin.
She gasps, her fingers running through the lines of cum as I drip them onto her belly. It is a filthy, filthy sight, and I love it. I love the mess I have made on her skin, I love her delight in it, I love how forbidden it feels.
Reaching out, I drag my thumb through the wet seed I’ve covered her with. Is it my imagination, or is my seed thicker than it was in the past? I take my thumb and smooth it over her lips, painting them with my release. D’see licks my skin and smiles up at me. “Thank you. I loved that.”
I grunt. It feels like a trap to tell her that I loved it, too.
She presses a kiss to my thumb and then nips it with her teeth. “Will you sleep next to me? In my furs?”
It is like stepping into cold water. The smile she gives me is a pleased one. And why should she not be pleased? I have gone back on my word not to touch her. To be done with her. To keep myself away from her, because that is easiest for my heart. And yet here I am, streaking her body with my seed and rubbing it into her mouth because I cannot look away from the decadent sight of her, aroused and beautiful in the furs. I pull away, shaking my head. “I cannot. This was a mistake.”
D’see sighs as I grab one of the furs and clean her skin off, and then mine, and retreat back to my side of the hut.
I can show her it means nothing. I can.
CHAPTER 24
DAISY
For a “mistake,” it’s something we do repeatedly over the next few weeks.
O’jek goes hunting overnight on a few occasions, but the rest of the time, he’s near the village, hunting, fishing, or working on his furs. In the daytime, he does his best to ignore me. At night, though, he returns to my hut—our hut—and it takes maybe five minutes before he’s on me, licking me voraciously between my thighs as if he can’t get enough of my taste. After he makes me come (sometimes twice in a row before he’s sated), he works himself with his hand and then comes on my chest. He won’t let me touch him, but he’s happy to dive between my legs and give me everything I need.
And then in the morning, he goes back to ignoring me again.