Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I licked my lips and gave him a naughty smile.
“I’ll be happy to.”
Then I went to work on him with my mouth and hands. Liath watched me, his eyes burning, as I stroked him up and down and sucked the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his shaft into my mouth. His precum was flowing freely now and I lapped it up eagerly. I liked his flavor—it was spicy and salty and sweet all at once and I was eager to taste his cream.
Liath groaned softly as I stroked and sucked him and tickled his balls lightly, as he had taught me. Then I had a new idea. Leaning over him, I pushed his thick shaft between my bare breasts. At the same time, I leaned down to lick the head some more.
“Gods, little bird!” Liath groaned, his eyes blazing with lust. “Where did you learn that little trick?”
“Nowhere,” I said primly. “It just seemed to me that since you like my breasts so much, you might like them around your shaft. Was I right?”
“So fucking right, sweetheart!” he groaned. “Gods, don’t stop—I’m going to come!”
“Not yet!” I exclaimed. “I want to taste your cream when it comes out.”
He arched an eyebrow at me and his voice dropped to a low growl.
“Are you saying you want me to come in your mouth, Alira?”
I bit my lip.
“Is that bad?”
“No, of course not, sweetheart.” He stroked my hair with one big hand. “It’s just—I tend to come a lot. And not every female likes the flavor.”
“I like the flavor of your precum,” I said. “I think I’d like your cum—your cream—as well.”
“All right, but you don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to,” Liath told me. “And you can pull off at any time—don’t feel like you have to take it if you don’t want to.” He frowned. “You know, this might be too much, considering how innocent you are.”
“I want to feel you spurting in my mouth,” I said stubbornly. “I want to taste your cream on my tongue when you come.”
Liath groaned softly.
“Gods, little bird! All right, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go on—make me come. And don’t forget the rose,” he added.
“I won’t,” I promised.
I stroked his long, hard shaft with my soft breasts and bent to suck the crown once more, savoring the unique flavor of the precum that flowed from the tip. I could see Liath watching me so I made a show of it, sliding my tongue around and around the broad head before sucking it deep into my mouth again.
“Gods, sweetheart!” he groaned and then I felt his shaft growing even harder and hotter between my breasts. He was coming—or he was about to, anyway. I could feel it—could feel the pleasure building up in him, almost the same way I felt his magic when he used it on me.
I saw the sparks again too. When the first salty spurt of his cream hit my tongue, I saw them flying all around him, like a swarm of fireflies.
Reaching out with my mind, I captured the sparks and aimed them at the third dried rose. At the same time, I was swallowing as fast as I could—Liath hadn’t been lying when he said he came a lot, but I found that I enjoyed every drop. It was creamy and hot and it warmed my throat and my belly going down.
“Gods, Alira!” Liath gasped hoarsely as he stroked my hair. “Such a soft, sweet little mouth! Such a good girl to suck my cock so nice and deep—such a good girl to swallow all my cream!”
I felt a warm glow at his praise and I used that too—sending the positive emotion towards the dead rose along with the sparks. I loved the feeling of pleasuring my lover—my husband. I loved the sound of his groans…the feeling of his big hand stroking my hair…the taste of his cream and the feeling of his thick shaft pulsing between my lips. In fact, I loved everything about this experience though I hadn’t expected to like my “wifely duties” at all. It was surprising in the best possible way.
“Mmm!” I moaned around his thick shaft, still sucking. “Mmm…”
At last Liath’s shaft stopped spurting and I felt him begin to get a little softer between my lips. Which meant I was finally able to get all of him in my mouth. Moving my breasts away, I leaned over, taking as much as I could, only to hear Liath rumble with low, exhausted laughter.
“Gods, sweetheart—what are you trying to do, kill me with pleasure?”
I looked up, letting his shaft slide from between my lips.
“No, of course not! It’s just that you’re so big there’s no other time I can get you all into my mouth,” I explained.
“Well, you can stop for a minute, little bird. Let’s have a look at the rose,” he told me.