Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Imani cupped her full globes and slowly ran her fingers up to pinch her own nipples, putting on a show for her lover, who was watching with half-lidded lust in his eyes. She couldn’t believe she was being so wanton—so naughty. But she’d been aching for the big Nightwalker—needing his hands and mouth on her so badly it kept her up at night. All that pent-up desire seemed to have made her bold.
“Gods damn it!” J’are swore hoarsely. “Come closer than that—I want to touch you, baby!”
“But you can’t, because you’re chained up,” Imani pointed out. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Want me to unlock you?”
“No,” he said at once, with no hesitation. “No, this is the only way I feel safe doing this with you—the only way I’m not afraid to make love with you.”
“Well, then I guess you can’t touch me with your hands.” Imani shrugged and pretended to look thoughtful. “Though it occurs to me that your mouth is still free.”
As she spoke, she crawled up his body until she was straddling his broad chest. Leaning over him, she rubbed one ripe nipple against his lips.
Groaning with desire, J’are opened his mouth and sucked her tight peak between his lips. Imani moaned as he lashed it with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure straight from her nipple to the hot wet spot between her legs.
J’are sucked her long and hard and deep, taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could before drawing back to slowly lap her taut peak while he looked into her eyes.
Imani loved the way he was looking at her—loved the way he was tasting her. She withdrew the first nipple and gave him the other one to suck as she writhed above him.
When she finally pulled back, her nipples shiny from his attention, both of them were panting with desire. J’are’s eyes were glowing again, just as they had during the bonding night.
“Want to taste more,” he growled. “Give me your pussy, baby—let me taste your sweet little cunt. Want to lap you until you come all over my face.”
Imani felt a surge of desire between her thighs. Her first instinct was to give him what he wanted—what they both wanted—at once. But then she decided she wanted to play a little first—to tease her new mate.
“Oh, you mean this pussy?” she murmured, raising up so that he could see the naughty little crotchless panties. “But I’m afraid I’m awfully wet.”
Reaching down, she parted her pussy lips—which were clearly outlined by the green lace of the panties—and showed J’are her glistening inner folds.
“Gods!” It was a low groan, drawn from his lips. “Gods, baby—so wet and hot! I want to taste you so damn much.”
Imani thought of the way he’d tasted her when he was giving her a massage—the hot way his tongue had gone to work on her sensitive clit. Then, she had been the one lying on the table while he had the upper hand. But now she was in control and J’are was the one chained down.
The thought made her hotter than ever, somehow—was she getting off on handcuffing him to the bed? Maybe there was more of the Yonnie Six Mistress in her than she knew!
The thought made her smile. Inching forward, she pressed her pussy to his mouth and murmured,
“Here you go, baby. You can give me a kiss if you want to—but just a kiss—all right?”
“Just a kiss,” J’are agreed hoarsely. And then he was pressing his lips to her pussy in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that nearly took Imani’s breath away.
She moaned breathlessly and gripped the headboard as he nuzzled deeper, sucking her aching clit between his lips and circling it with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh! Oh, J’are!” she moaned as she pressed even closer, riding his tongue shamelessly as she took pleasure from her mate. “You know you were only supposed to give me a kiss! Not lap me with your tongue and taste me like that.”
“Can’t help myself, baby.” He pulled back for a second, panting. “You taste so fucking good—need to lap your sweet pussy and get all your honey.”
Then he dove in again, swirling his tongue around and around her throbbing clit until Imani threw back her head and cried out with pleasure.
“Oh, God, J’are— feels so damn good!”
The big Nightwalker’s hands were clenched into fists. It was clear he was dying to break free and grip her hips so he could control the tasting more himself. But though he strained against them, the plastisteel cuffs held—barely. Were the chains bending a bit? Imani didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care.
Right now, she was enjoying being in charge. She never would have dreamed she might like this kind of thing, but she really did enjoy pulling back from his seeking mouth to tease him and then pressing close again to let his long, hot tongue invade her and slip deep into her channel.