Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“This?” I ask. “Right here?” I let my upper tongue go back to the spot, watching her eyes roll back.
“Yes, my clit, that’s a very, very good spot.”
“Then I will be sure to give it all the attention it needs.”
She thrusts against my face as I slide my tongues through her softness, the water running warm down our bodies, but I pull her tight, not to lose any of her flavor down the drain.
“You taste better than smilak.”
“Sm—smilak?”
“A sweet treat. Golden like honey…”
“Like caramel?”
I nod, my tongue brushing this clit of hers, and she cries out. “Yes, smilak. Like caramel.”
I want more of this, I want her spread on my face wide so I lift her easily to my mouth as she yelps and flails her arms, but I have her against the wall in a second, her thighs on my cheeks, my lower tongue slipping down and through the crack of her soft ass cheeks as she curses and wiggles on my face.
I have never felt such a purpose in my life. Yes, I found it serving my clan. But nothing like this. I was born to lick my mate, and her little pussy must agree because her sweet juices fill my mouth and run down my chin.
I grind my hips forward, my cock against the rough wall, and I want to thrust and find relief but I know that is not possible. My lower tongue finds her wet entrance and begins to thrust and fuck into it but it is too tight to gain entry.
I spin it around, her snugness reminding me that I could hurt her and she will need to be prepared before the mating can happen.
I drag my upper tongue around that little clit until she’s begging and desperate, hands slapping at my head, thighs gripping and quivering against the sides of my face.
I lick her through her bucking and pleasure sounds, knowing this is her moment and mine will come soon, but satisfying my mate is my only purpose right now.
She is lax and delirious after her climax so I carry her against me to the bench where one of the sprays of water is hitting the wall and sit, holding her on her feet in front of me.
Her dreamy eyes focus, the little white fabric still covering her breasts, and I reach out and tug it off in one snap, leaving my mate naked and glorious in front of me.
“Wash me,” I order, a sudden need for her obedience swelling in my chest. “On your knees, mate.”
I reach to a small container with soap and a cloth and hold it out.
She stares, unmoving, deciding if this act of submission will make her weak. She must make this decision for herself. I will not force her obedience; I will only take it if given willingly. And that will be her first great gift to me.
Her naked body pleases me in a deep and emotional way. I swipe my hand over my mouth, her flavor still with me as I admire her tight form. She’s healthy but lean. Like a little warrior, and I inhale a deep breath, taking her scent into my lungs as she tightens her lips and steps forward.
“You like what I have for you, don’t you?” I growl as her eyes trace the length of my cock, her step forward stalled as she battles with what she wants. “Kneel for your king, little Dostha. Kneel and wash me, then, I will reward you with a taste of me.”
I swipe my hand down my chest to the base of my cock, which is pulsing like it struggles for its own breath as she whimpers and slides down to her knees.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbles, taking the cleaning cloth and soap from my hand.
“You know your place. When you kneel, you are showing me your strength, not your weakness. You are showing me your respect and your trust which I will return to you a thousand fold, my mate.”
Her hands get to work lathering the cloth as she worries her bottom lip, her tits swaying with her movements as my heart hammers against my ribs, the pride I feel at the beauty in front of me nearly exploding from my chest.
My mate starts with my feet, soaping them, then moving her body so the water flow from above washes away the lather. She moves up my legs, taking her time as I rest my head on the hard wall, drinking in every movement, every flicker of her eyelashes, every swipe of her tongue along her lip until I am ready to burst.
A growl tears from my chest as she runs her soapy hands over my balls leaving the cloth behind.
“Yes,” I grunt. A spurt of pre-seed seeps from the tapered tip, washed away by the warm water, and I need her mouth around me. “I am clean enough. Put your mouth on my cock. You will suck me now, give me pleasure, mate.”