Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Tell me to stop if this is unpleasant," I remind her as I lay her upon her back.
"Need you to go back to that spot," she says, clinging to me with frantic hands. "Go back to doing what you were doing. It felt amazing."
Nodding, I push her thighs apart and admire the hand trapped between her legs, my finger deep inside her, her flushed folds framing my palm. I want to do more than just finger her until she climaxes. I want to selfishly run my mouth all over her skin. I want to nip at her with my fangs and taste her. I want to explore all of her fur spots and bury my muzzle in them, one by one.
But I want to see if I can make her come, first. I need to see it happen. I need to know I can make it happen. Once that's done, I'll be satisfied that I can please her in bed. If I can't, then all the nips and fingerings won't count for anything.
I settle on the bed beside her, resting on my side as I continue to finger her soaked, sweet cunt. She arches against my hand, making needy, hungry noises as she reaches for me, and I shush her. "I have you, Maeve. I will find the good spot again for you."
It takes only a few moments before I locate that small rough patch again, and when I do, her legs jolt in response. She moans again, quivering, and I tease the place inside her even as I lean over and brush my mouth over the tip of one breast.
It's as if I ignite a fire inside her. She cries out and then her hands are in my face-fur again and she's holding me to her breast even as her hips frantically move against my hand. I lap at her breast with my tongue, teasing the nipple with playful strokes as I caress the spot on the inside of her channel. All the while, the intensity of Maeve's noises increase. She whispers words like “please” and “yes” and “god” constantly—meaningless words because she feels she must say something, must have some sort of outlet to show her hunger. She needs relief.
She needs release.
Her fingers dig into my fur and she whimpers again.
"I have you, Maeve," I murmur to her, my voice full of reassurance. She is being vulnerable, exposing herself to me, and I want her to know how much I am enjoying this. How much I love the sight of her need. "I won't let up until you come. I'll keep my fingers buried in your pretty little pussy until you come, even if it takes hours. In fact, I'd love to spend hours with your cunt squeezing around me, your scent all over me, your breast right here for me to tease and play with." I tongue one nipple as I speak. "We've got all night, and I can't wait to see you—"
Maeve climaxes with a tiny scream, her cunt clamping around my finger and fluttering as she does.
CHAPTER
FIFTY-NINE
MAEVE
Stars.
They dance in front of my vision, bordered by blackness. I've never come so hard before that I've seen stars. Then again, no one's ever found my G-spot before. The fact that Zhur could find it quickly and finger me to the hardest orgasm ever has left me utterly breathless and stunned.
To think that I worried this wouldn't be any good and I was going to have to figure out how to brush him off.
My god. That was just...my god.
I make a noise. I don't know what kind of noise. I've been making all kinds of weird sounds since he found my G-spot and started playing it like a maestro. I probably sounded like I was dying as I came. I'm not a sexy screamer in bed. I'm one of those that makes choked, guttural noises like I'm being murdered and trying to stay quiet about it. Zhur didn't seem to mind, though. He just whispered naughty things about what he was going to do to me as he fingered me into oblivion.
Now that my brain is starting to settle back into my body, I'm aware of his fingers sliding over my pussy, his big body as he leans over me and runs his mouth along the slope of one breast. I might have climaxed, but he's not done with me.
"That was nice," he purrs against my skin.
Nice. This man is going to kill me if things get any nicer. "Yeah, it was."
"Just to confirm, that was you climaxing? You were not having a seizure?"
What the fuck—? I lift my head and see there's a naughty little smile on his face as he nuzzles my breast. I reach out and pinch one pointed ear. "You're an asshole. Yes, it was a climax, as you know good and well."