Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“My Lady, you seem to be quite wet and swollen between your thighs,” Chain murmured, continuing his massage. “Would you like me to massage you there as well? Perhaps I can ease some of your tension.”
Vicky didn’t even have to think about it.
“Yes, Chain,” she murmured, spreading her thighs even wider. “God, yes—touch me there. Massage me where I need you the most.”
“My pleasure, my Lady.” His voice was a deep growl of desire. “There is nothing I would like more than to massage your sweet little pussy.”
As he spoke, Vicky felt one big warm hand cupping her mound while the other continued to rub her ass.
With a little moan, she nestled into his palm, tilting her hips and arching her back to get more contact with him as he began to rub.
Chain started with her outer pussy at first, teasing her by rubbing and massaging the outer lips. But soon enough two long fingers slid into her slippery folds, bracketing the tender button of her clit and he began to slide up and down, tantalizing her with the gentle friction.
Vicky moaned again and began to rock her hips along with his motion. God, he was barely touching her—just rubbing the sides of her clit—and yet the pleasure he brought her was incredible. It was nothing at all like the rough way Kevin had manhandled her lady bits on the rare occasions he decided to give her a little extra stimulation to “get her in the mood.”
Her ex had believed that a woman’s clit—when he could find it—was some kind of magic doorbell. As though if he just pressed it long enough and hard enough it would magically make her aroused enough to want to let him do anything he desired with her.
Chain clearly knew this wasn’t so. He kept up the gentle friction until Vicky was breathing hard, her heart pounding as her hips worked frantically to meet his rhythm. God, she was going to come, she thought—come so hard—and it would be the first time anyone besides herself had given her an orgasm.
Maybe it was because of that fact that the orgasm, when it came, was so intense. Or maybe it was because at the last minute, just as her pleasure peaked, Chain slipped the fingers of his other hand deep in her pussy channel and began to pump just as the orgasm claimed her.
“Oh! Oh, God, Chain—yes—yes!” Vicky heard herself crying as he continued to rub her clit and fill her. She could feel her inner walls contracting around his invading fingers—could feel herself squeezing him for dear life as the pleasure washed over her and she came harder than she ever had in her life.
“That’s right, my Lady,” she heard him growling softly. “Come for me—come hard while I rub your hot little clit and fuck your sweet little pussy with my fingers. Gods, you’re so wet and hot—I could pleasure you all night!”
His dirty words and the soft, growling voice they were spoken in seemed to do things to Vicky’s insides. God, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her—couldn’t believe she was basically putting on a sex show with a man she hadn’t known a whole week yet.
But it felt right, and she never wanted it to stop.
“Chain…oh God…” she moaned helplessly as the orgasm went on and on.
Chain kept rubbing her until the last little quivers of pleasure raced through her, leaving Vicky panting and limp on the massage table. She turned her head to the side so she could see him standing there, his fingers still wet with her juices.
“Chain, that was…” But words failed her.
The big Kindred leaned over so that they were eye to eye and gave her a half-lidded, hungry smile.
“My Lady,” he murmured. “I hope that I pleased you.”
“Pleased me? My God,” she whispered weakly. “You did more than please me. And to think I was worried because I wasn’t going to be able to fake it. That was amazing.”
“It certainly was,” the voice of Professor Torella said from behind them.
Vicky half-raised herself with a start. In the heat of the overwhelming orgasm Chain had given her, she had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room besides the two of them.
“That was a fine demonstration,” Torella said approvingly.
“Not was,” Chain growled and Vicky looked up to see that his midnight-blue eyes were burning. “Not was,” he repeated. “Because it’s not over yet.”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chain was on fire—his shaft near to bursting in his leathers, he wanted Victoria so badly. Being able to rub and stroke all over her sweet body had barely been an appetizer for him and he was hungry for the feast—hungry to taste all that sweet honey he’d coaxed her to make when he made her come with his fingers.
Going to make you come again, sweetheart, he swore silently as he looked at her. But this time with my tongue—going to taste your sweet honey right from the source.