Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She is beyond incredible.
I thrust into her harder, and she locks around me, her cunt squeezing and gripping me so tight. “Fuck, your spur.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck. It’s as good as they said it would be. Oh fuuuuuuck. I need you to go harder. Faster.”
“You need more?” I growl, gripping her face with my free hand. She immediately turns her head and grabs my thumb into her mouth, biting down on it and swiping it with her tongue.
“Ah!” The scrape of her teeth against my skin, followed by the hot suction of her mouth that feels just like the hot suction of her wet, perfect cunt is too much. With a full-body shudder, I erupt, pumping into her with such force that I shove our bodies across the snow.
“Not yet!” she cries out. “Not yet. Not yet.” Her nails dig into my back, desperate. “I’rec—keep going—!”
Stars flash in front of my eyes. Black spots dance in my gaze as I pound into her, determined to give her every drop of seed. I strain against her, the climax rolling through me like a slow wave that I am helpless to stop. I pant, trying to find my breath even as I flex my hips, moving deeper into her.
F’lor practically climbs me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and wriggling against me. “Hold right there! Right there!”
Hold? More spots burst behind my eyes, and my entire frame shakes with the effort, but I hold.
I hold.
F’lor drives her hips up against mine with little jerks, whimpering and tensing, and I want to help. Her need is overwhelming her and I do not know what she needs, only that she needs more of it and the position we are in is difficult for her. I roll our bodies until I am on my back and she is on top of me. She makes a little cry and rocks down against my cock, her hand going between us and her eyes closing as she holds the folds of her cunt around my spur and rubs against it. I jerk my hips, my tail flicking against the snow as I push her down onto me and she cries out, her cunt squeezing me.
With a low groan, I realize I can go again. I grab her by the waist and rock her down on my cock. I am still impossibly hard, my movements frantic, and she braces her other hand on my chest, moving over me faster and faster.
“Again,” she pants, frantic. “Need to come again.”
“Use me,” I growl. “Use me.”
“I am!” She throws her head back and pumps her hips furiously over mine, trying to move faster and grip the folds of her cunt at the same time. I am fascinated by that little motion, by the hand squeezing her cunt. I can do that for her. I reach between us, to where she shuttles up and down on my rigid shaft, and pinch her cunt around my spur. It makes the drag of it through her folds more pronounced, and her mouth parts again. She makes a choked sound and collapses on top of me, and her cunt flutters all around my cock, gripping tighter than a fist.
Two more pumps of my cock and I am coming again, spilling into her once more as she remains collapsed atop me. This time, once I have come, I collapse backward on the snow, spent.
There is not enough air. I take shallow, quick breaths, trying to find enough to fill my lungs. The heavy scent of mating is everywhere, in every breath I take, and it stirs my cock even as F’lor remains motionless atop me, her breathing heavy.
Then, I feel it. The slow, steady rumble in my chest. Like a sa-kohtsk getting to its feet, it begins gently and then grows stronger and louder, until my chest is practically shaking with the force of it.
F’lor sits up atop me, her cunt squeezing my cock and making me hiss again because that felt far too good. Her eyes go wide and she puts a hand to her chest. “Is that you or me?”
“It is me.”
She rubs between her teats, her brows furrowing together. “I think it’s me, too.”
Because I want to touch her, I reach up and put my hand where hers is. Just as she said, her khui is singing its resonance song to mine. “It is. It is both of us.”
She lets out a breath, her other hand still resting on my bare chest. The snow tickles against my back, cold and unpleasant as it melts against me. “Oh shit.”
She’s silent for a moment.
Then, her nostrils flare and she stares down at me in horror. “Oh, shit, I’rec. What have we done?”
“We resonated.” My mind is still full of fog, especially with her warm, wet cunt dripping my seed. I think I could go again, I realize. My cock is already stiffening in anticipation of another round. I need her under me this time, so I can pound into her and watch her face as she comes. I sit up.