Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Then, I remember that I have her undergarments.
I pull them out of the hidden pocket I have them stashed in and bring them to my nose. They are full of her musk, rich and ripe, and I shudder all over with the scent of her. Nothing has ever smelled so perfect. With a groan, I take another deep whiff and then bring the silky fabric to my cock.
And I begin to work myself with it. Her scent is all over my skin now, and if I close my eyes, I can almost imagine it is her hand on my shaft, her cunt that is clasping around my length instead of my fingers, her—
"Before you go to bed, I thought I'd bring you some blankets," Lucy calls out, just as the barn door opens.
My eyes widen and I go still.
Trapped.
It's too late to do anything, though. I am caught, my hand on my cock, her clothing being used for shameful things.
Lucy stands in the doorway, staring at me. I know how it must look, with my hand on my length and my trou around my knees as I stand in the middle of her barn. I look like a fool—or worse, a pervert. Even so, I cannot help but stare at her dusky pink mouth and how her lips part when she gazes at me.
Nor can I help that I stroke my cock again at the sight of her. It is instinctive.
"Oh. Rektar." Her gaze flicks between my face and then my cock and then back to my face again. "I'm…interrupting?"
I shake my head, mortified. "You are not. I should not be…" I let my words trail off, because what can I say? I should not be touching myself? I should not be stealing her underclothes? I should not be standing in her barn with my trou at my knees while she is worried about her safety? That my jealousy over her affection for Khex is making me mad with need?
Truly, I am the worst of males.
Her gaze slides to my cock again and her brows knit together. "Are those my panties?"
I open my mouth, but only a strange sound comes out. No words.
She chuckles, the sound low and sultry, and takes a step forward. Then another, and then she is standing in front of me, all the while I am frozen and unable to move. I watch in stunned silence as she puts a hand lightly on my chest, a thoughtful expression on her face, and then she looks up at me. Smiles.
And puts her hand on my cock.
This time, a guttural groan escapes me.
"Shhh," she whispers, her fingers dancing along mine. She pushes the scrap of fabric away from my cock and strokes my tip, sliding in the pre-cum dotting my skin. "No piercing?" Lucy looks up at me, a smile on her face. "I thought that was standard for your race."
"I did not…I was not…" It is hard for me to think with her touching me. "No female…"
"You thought because you're a bastard you'd never get a girl?" She arches a brow at me. "Not that this isn't a fine-looking cock already. You're the thickest man I've ever seen." She squeezes the head of my cock.
My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
"I was wondering if you were this big all over," she murmurs, her hand sticky as she roams over me. "Turns out you are. Are you a virgin, too?"
I swallow hard, because I do not want to admit that I am. "Does…I…" I swallow again. "That is…"
"Shh," she says again. "It doesn't matter." Lucy licks her lips and gazes up at me, her eyes sultry and beautiful. "Would you like for me to use my mouth on you—"
Her words send a flash of images through my mind, and it is too much. I grip her small hand in mine and squeeze her fingers, working my shaft with her hand in a hard, fast jerk that brings me over the edge. I come so hard that my vision blurs, and black swims at the edges of my sight. My sac is so tight it feels as if it's pulled all the way into my body, and yet I keep coming, and coming, splattering my seed all over the floor of her barn.
And her hand.
By the time I can stop working myself with her grip, I am spent, my seed covers her lower arm, and I am full of embarrassment. To think that I came at the mere mention of her mouth—something I have only heard filthy rumors of. I am such a keffing idiot. Why did I not tell her how much the sight of her pleases me? How much I want her? How much I want her to want me instead of Khex?
But she only smiles up at me and lifts her hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue slips out and she tastes my seed on her fingers, and I have never seen anything so erotic in my life.