Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Leah gasps, her cheeks going hot. Again, this is where I expect her to begin prevaricating. She’s going to say something about how technically, it’s not a man who’s been inside her, but rather a woman or a non-gendered person. Maybe they left some ejaculate, but it doesn’t count because they’re a third gender who doesn’t like to be “boxed in” using traditional pronouns.
But Leah merely shakes her head.
“No, I’ve never been taken down there, front or back, Uncle Killian. You can check with your special tongue.”
My brows practically fly off my forehead as my cocks stiffen so much that they’re painful.
“Really?” I drawl in a light tone. “You know, my tongue is incredibly sensitive. It doesn’t matter if a man came in you a year ago. I can still taste the tang of his fluids because semen stays in a woman longer than you think, especially when he ejaculates in your rectum.”
But again, Leah remains firm.
“No, Uncle Killian,” she says in a soft voice. “Like I said, you’re welcome to check. In fact, I’ll even help you.” Then, before I realize what’s happening, Leah’s shimmied out all of her clothes. The sweet teen is completely nude before me, save for a pair of cute sneakers with hearts on the sides. Her big breasts sway in the low lights, and her waist is so narrow that both my huge hands can encircle it. Plus, the vee of her pussy is already slick and wet with desire, and as I stare, she widens her thighs a bit before spreading her pussy lips to show me her clit. It pulses in the low light, already begging to be kissed.
“Taste me, Uncle Killian,” she murmurs breathily. “I’m ready.”
Oh shit, she’s calling my bluff. Immediately, I drop to my knees in front of curvy girl, the musky scent of her cunt reaching my nostrils. Leah’s spicy and sweet at once, and I inhale deeply, breathing her in.
“With pleasure, sweetheart,” I rasp before forking my tongue again. “You’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”
7
Leah
I can’t believe this is happening, and yet it is. A handsome man is crouched before me in a dressing room, ready to make me feel good, and he’s gorgeous. Killian’s dark head is positioned right in front of my sweetest spot, and I go weak in the knees as I balance my hands on those broad shoulders. But then, he forks his tongue and looks up at me with a gleam in those bright blue eyes.
“Are you ready for this, sweetheart? Don’t be scared. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
I nod silently, my eyes saucer-like even as I widen my thighs more. Is this really going to happen? Does my dad’s best friend have a super-sensitive tongue that can taste a man’s sperm in my private parts? Or maybe, he’s pulling my leg and it’s all made-up.
After all, I’ve never been into those alien romance stories where a naga with a snake’s tongue savages a nubile virgin who’s tied to a tree. It’s always seemed too far-fetched to me, and yet now I’m the one who’s trapped in a small room with a handsome male as he gets ready to sample me with his forked tongue.
But all thought flies out of my mind as Killian comes closer, his breath hot on my sensitive privates.
“Put your foot up here, Leah,” he growls, indicating a bench in the small dressing room. I obey so that one knee is raised, exposing my sweetest spots to the handsome man. His eyes go wide with appreciation and then, it happens. That pink tongue flickers out and strokes through my puffy, swollen folds. It feels so good that I cry out my ecstasy.
“Ohhhh!” is my pleasurable sigh. “Yes!”
He chuckles below me, although the sound is tinged with painful need.
“Shit, you’re responsive. But pull yourself open, honey. Let me see how much you want this.”
I know what he’s asking and gently reach down to pull my labia apart so that my sweet, swollen bud pokes out. Not only that, but I tilt my hips upwards a bit to show him my steaming, glistening pussy channel, already dripping with girl cream.
“Put it in here, Daddy,” I whisper invitingly. “I want to feel it.”
“Of course, baby girl,” he rasps. “Shit, you’ve got a lot of nectar, don’t you?”
I can’t reply because Killian licks through my folds once again and my vision goes fuzzy. Hot jolts of pleasure ripple through my cunt and a moan escapes my throat as I brace one hand against the wall for balance. The older man grunts and smiles up at me for a moment before going back to work.
“You’re going to enjoy this, sweetheart.”
Then, Killian forks his tongue again before sliding it around my hard clit. But this is no savory lick, coupled with intense rubbing on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Instead, he circles my clit with both sides of his tongue, forming a lasso of sorts, and squeezes gently, making me cry out again.