Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Circling his shoulders, she pulled him back down, as he had been attempting to lift himself off her.
Moon must have had enough, because he tried again to get up.
Clinging to him, she tried to think of something to get him to stay other than having to come right out and apologize.
“How do you want me to please you tonight?” she purred, sliding her hand over his chest and finding the top button. “I can give you any pleasure you desire, Warlord.”
Moon stiffened over her. Then, when he rose up to a sitting position, she felt the thigh next to her tense as if he were getting ready to rise from the couch.
Swiftly, she beat him to it, sliding off the couch and maneuvering between his legs, her hands going to his thighs to stop him.
As she lightly massaged the firm muscles under his costume, her breath hitched in her throat. If she had known throwing herself at Moon’s feet had this effect, she would have done it long before.
“I seek to give you the ecstasy only I can.” Sliding her massaging hands upward, she brushed over the hardness of Moon’s cock. Leaving one hand rubbing over his hardness, she used the other to unbutton his pants.
On her knees, she leaned forward, her mouth finding the flesh she had uncovered. An unintentional soft moan escaped her at the heady excitement she was experiencing at having Moon under her control.
Caressing her way to his cock using her tongue, she inhaled his male scent. She had never wanted Moon more. If he was cheating on her, she was going to make sure no one would be able to live up to the ecstasy only she could give him. Wasn’t that how the warlord’s women felt?
She sucked the head of Moon’s cock into her mouth, and the soft texture over the hard steel underneath fueled her desire. At his sudden grunt, she strove to make him lose complete control.
Running her tongue down the length of his cock, she lowered her head further, taking as much of him as she could. She raised her head, then went down again, over and over, taking more of him each time.
Her body was on fire, but when Moon’s hand went to her breast, she pulled it away. She wanted it to be all about him. What only she could do for him.
Under her tongue, she felt his cock begin to strain. She removed her mouth at his groan, and her hand went to his cock to stroke him into a release. Dipping her head to his thigh, she ran her tongue down the sensitive area until she came to the fleshly part. Nipping the skin between her teeth, she felt him jump. She pressed him down so he couldn’t jump off the couch, and soothed the small bite.
Losing herself in wanting to give Moon sexual pleasure that would make any warlord envious, she felt a rush of satisfaction at hearing the sounds of his breathing deepen then become harsher as his excitement increased. She had never really been into it before when Moon had initiated role playing, but his costume had taken her to another realm.
From the way he was thrusting his hips into her mouth, Moon had lost his own sense of reality. His thrusts became more urgent, driving his cock further in her mouth. Passionately, she accepted him, fully immersed in the role of pleasing the warlord.
“Come, my warlord,” she crooned, running her tongue up the underside of his cock.
She would have sworn Moon stopped breathing as his cock swelled longer and harder before he lost whatever control he had been holding on to with her. She held him in her mouth until his climax played out and ragged groans tore from his throat.
She released Moon’s cock, then placed her hands on his thighs to lift herself up. “Did I please you, Warlord?” she whispered seductively.
In response, she felt cold metal slide around her neck.
A rush of heat filled her when she heard the snap of the lock clicking in place.
With a giggle, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to use the restroom and tell Killyama good night. I’ll meet you at the bar.”
She got to her feet and turned in the darkness. Barely remembering the table in time, she went sideways, her foot hitting a hard object. Instinctively, she jerked her foot back then gingerly toed the area, finding nothing in the way.
She headed in the direction where she could see a stray beam of light toward the ceiling until she finally found the steps. Practically bouncing up them, she entered the kitchen, seeing it was full.
She walked through the swinging door that led into the living room and almost let the door hit her in the face at the orgy displayed before her very eyes. In fact, the only ones not having sex were Killyama and Train, who were sitting at the bar, talking.