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)
I rock against his hand, and then his free one slides up to my breast, stroking the nipple through my clothing. Oh fuck.
"Do you want to come, my succulent, tasty little human bride?" he murmurs against my neck, his mouth hot against my skin. "Because I can feel how wet your pretty little feline is against my fingers. I think you want me to give you an orgasm, hmm?"
And he toys with my nipple, making me writhe against him.
Do I want an orgasm? Of course I fucking do.
"Make me come," I tell my husband. "Make me come so hard."
CHAPTER
EIGHTY-FIVE
MAEVE
He plays my body like he was born knowing just how to make me feel good. Zhur gives me just the right touches, teasing and stroking until my pussy clenches tight around his finger and I come, so hard that every muscle in my body goes rigid with the intensity of it. I gasp through the waves of the orgasm, and that wonderful, frustratingly thorough male keeps petting and working me until I feel like I'm going to climax forever. When I can't take it any more, I push his hand aside and gulp down lungfuls of air, trying to catch my breath.
God, sex with him is so perfect, every time.
"That's right," he murmurs, his voice throaty and delicious. "You come all over my fingers, and then you're going to come on my cock, aren't you?"
I shiver, because that sounds so damn good. "Should we go to the bedroom?"
"No, you're going to stay right here on my lap," he says, and puts a hand on my lower back, leaning me forward. "Stay right there."
"Staying put," I echo, breathless. It's not the easiest position to hold, bent in half forward while perching on his lap, but I can feel him undoing the fasteners on his clothing and pulling his cock free, and it's worth the wait.
A moment later, he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and then pushes his cock into me. A low, rumbling purr of pleasure fills the room as he spears me. "That's better."
All I can do is gasp my own approval. I've never had sex seated like this, and clearly I've been missing out. Gravity pushes me onto Zhur's cock, and he's big and long enough that he's still deep inside me. I want to squirm atop him, just to see how it feels...and I do.
We both groan at that.
"I like this," Zhur tells me, his hands sliding to my hips. My tunic dress is still bunched there, and he grabs it and pulls it over my head. "You fit perfectly right here, like you were made for me."
And he flicks his hips, surging deeper into me.
I love it. I love it so much that I flex my thigh muscles to try and encourage him to do it again, to thrust into me again.
I wait...and nothing.
This is cruel torture.
"Fuck." I shift my weight again, dying a slow death because he won't stroke into me. He just puts his hands back on my hips and holds me in place, his thumbs stroking over the small of my back. Maybe...maybe he's waiting for my signal? "You want me to ride you?"
"No." He strokes my back again. "Just sit here and enjoy how it feels."
I want to whine. "I can enjoy it while you're pounding into me."
"Shhh," Zhur tells me. "Just sit on my cock and feel the sensations."
I try.
I try really hard.
It's just that I'm very wet and sensitive after my orgasm, and he's big and thick and hits me in all the right places. My muscles twitch with the demand to move, and while he strokes my back and runs his fingers through my hair, I try to concentrate on anything but the big, hard cock that won't fuck the living daylights out of me just yet. I know this is a different kind of pleasure—of abstaining until you can't take it any longer.
But I'm an immediate gratification sort of girl.
So while he's running his hands over my shoulders, I ever-so-stealthily slide a hand between my thighs and touch my clit. My muscles clench around his cock, and my breath hitches.
Zhur's hand covers mine a moment later. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying, like you said."
He drags my hand away and pulls it behind my back, pinning it there. "You want to come?"
"God, yes."
"You don't want to just sit on my cock and enjoy? You want me to bend you over the table and fuck your pretty cunt raw?"
Oh, fuck. Now I sure do. Just the mental image of that has my pussy squeezing tight in anticipation. "I mean, I wouldn't turn it down..."
Zhur huffs, and I can't tell if he's amused or irritated. But then he surges out of the chair, my hips still pinned to his, and I bite back a squeak of surprise at the sudden movement. In the next breath, I'm belly-down on the kitchen table, my legs hanging over the edge, and Zhur is behind me. He drives into me so hard and fast that our thighs make a loud slapping sound, and I make a noise, too. It sounds like a bird squawk...if the bird was being fucked hard. I don't know. It's a weird noise. I make it again when he thrusts deep a second time.