Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I part her folds with my tongue, delving between those sweet peach halves. She tastes like sunshine. Like honey. Maybe I will be able to hold back after all. Right now, I’m pretty sure I could spend the next five hours tasting her.
She moans. Her knees press inward, powerful, her powerful inner thighs fighting my grip. Her hips roll up to meet me. The sound she makes as I trace inside her lips is a guttural Ahhh.
I love you.
That’s the thought that pops in my head, which is an utter lie.
I don’t love her. I hate her.
Yet, my wolf is singing this serenade to her in my head. Beautiful, beautiful female. I adore you. I have always adored you. You are the light of the moon. You are the song on the wind. You are the catch in my throat.
I work her clit with the level of reverence my wolf feels for this female. I praise her with the tip of my tongue. I lave her. I stroke and soothe and aim to stupify her with the prowess of my mouth’s devotion.
Her legs tremble and shake around my shoulders. Her fingers thread into my hair and pull. The ahhh sounds spill from her lips in a continuous articulation of joy.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I lift my head and shift my hands to slide two fingers inside her. I don’t mean to sweet talk her–the words tumbled out of my mouth. I guess they are a truthful expression of the moment.
I thrust in and slide my fingers along her inner wall, seeking that secret location. The bundle of nerves that collect around the G-spot.
Lotta arches when I find it, a cry issuing from her throat. Fluid gushes around my fingers in the most glorious female ejaculation I’ve ever had the honor of witnessing. Her muscles pulse around my fingers with her orgasm, a spasmodic dance of victory.
I keep my fingers inside her and lower my face once more, adding my tongue to the mix. She contracts around my fingers, lifting her hips from the boulder, her legs looping over my shoulders.
“Tastes like heaven,” I murmur. I let my fingers slip out, and she sighs as they leave.
“More,” she pants.
Of course, she wants more. I mean, thank fuck because I definitely want more. But it’s like we can’t get enough of each other.
Maybe that’s the denial of a claiming bite–I don’t know. All I’m sure of is that I will combust soon if I don’t get inside her again.
It’s rough out here, though. I don’t want to pound into her against rocks.
“Come here.” I grasp her hand and pull her to her feet. Once she’s up, I catch her waist and carry her off the boulder, back to solid ground. “Hands on the rock.” I fold her in half, pulling back on her hips, so her hands fall to the boulder. “Stick that pretty ass out for me.”
I give her ass a firm smack.
She moans.
I spank her some more. I remember how much she likes it. It’s a shame there’s not enough moonlight to watch my handprints bloom on that soft skin of hers.
Punishing her gets me way too excited. Pre-cum drips from the tip of my cock. If I don’t get inside her soon, I fear I will lose control and mark her right here.
And I definitely have no plans to mark this female.
I grab her ass cheeks and spread her wide to bring my cock to her entrance. It doesn’t even require my guidance to get in. One snap of my hips, and I’ve penetrated those plump folds. I press in deeper, going slowly until I reach the hilt. She moans her content, but I stay there, torturing both of us with my restraint.
She pushes back against me to take me deeper. She’s so wet. My cock slides through her juices to delicious perfection.
I start a slow rhythm–short bumps against her ass. I still have her cheeks spread wide, so she gets the contact of my loins against her anus.
Her cry is surprised and frantic, as if she’s already nearing a second climax just from me being inside her.
I can relate. I don’t know how long I’ll last before I have to pull out and come all over her ass.
I take longer, slower, strokes, building the tension for both of us.
“Asher,” Lotta gasps. “I need…”
I pull out and wrap an arm under her torso, squeezing one breast roughly as I deliver a flurry of hard spanks to her upturned ass. “I know what you need,” I growl. I spank her even harder, catching the backs of her legs where ass meets thigh. “I fucking know what you need. I’m your goddamn mate.”
“I know, I know,” she pants. “Please.” I love that she’s begging now. “Give it to me. Please Asher. I need it.”