Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“No,” I told Slade. “No, I don’t…don’t want you to do that.”
“All right, baby. That’s all right. I won’t force you…not unless you start to get sick.”
“Sick? What do you mean?” I shook my head in confusion.
“We can talk about it later.”
He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean again.
“Wait…so that’s it?” I asked as he went back to the padded bench and had a seat.
Slade raised an eyebrow at me.
“Are you admitting you want more? Want me to stroke your soft little pussy and make you come, baby?”
I shifted from foot-to-foot, biting my lower lip. I didn’t want to admit defeat—didn’t want to admit I needed him. But I was already missing his warm, spicy scent and the feeling of his fingers caressing me.
Slade took my silence as a no.
“All right then,” he said. Rising he began to gather the other garments together as though he was preparing to leave.
“Wait!” I finally got out.
Slade turned to face me.
“Change your mind, Princess?” he asked, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.
“Yes,” I said. “But only about you making me come—not about the other.”
He shook his head.
“Never thought you’d make me wait so long to taste you. But all right, come here.” He sat back on the bench and patted his lap.
“I don’t understand…” I came closer, very aware of how my cunny was throbbing and my nipples were aching.
“You don’t have to—just come here so I can make you feel better, baby,” he said roughly.
His eyes went black for a moment and I wondered if he was suffering from The Thirst he’d told me about. I supposed he must be, but I couldn’t give in—not on that point, anyway. Though it appeared I was going to let him make me come.
I came up to his side, feeling exposed and uncertain but also so hot I could hardly stand it.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Straddle me.” He patted his lap again. “But first, take off the panties. They’ll only get in the way.”
“But why?” I shook my head. “I thought you were going to…to touch me again.”
“I will. But I want to be able to suck your nipples at the same time. They look awfully tight and achy,” he rumbled.
I couldn’t deny that he was right. I slipped off the panties and was about to take off the bra as well but Slade shook his head.
“No, baby—leave it on,” he growled softly. “It looks so fucking sexy on you. Love the way your tits look with your nipples poking out like that. Now come here.”
Blushing, I came even closer and he pulled me into his lap.
I gave a little gasp of protest—this new position spread me so wide. I could feel my cunny lips opening to show my aching clit. It made me feel incredibly vulnerable.
“Shhh, baby. Just relax and let me help you,” Slade told me. He sucked his fingers again and slid them into me. This time instead of thrusting, he crooked them inward in what felt like a beckoning gesture. I moaned in surprise as I felt him rubbing some spot inside me—a place that gave incredibly deep pleasure I had never felt before.
“Oh…oh, Slade!” I moaned as he continued to rub me. “What…what is that?”
“That’s your G-spot, baby—all human women have one,” he explained. “Feels good, right?”
“Uh-uh…” I nodded—I had almost lost the power of speech now. What Slade was doing to me felt so good—too good to put into words. And then, at the same time, he began circling my aching clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Ohhhh!” I gasped and my hips bucked involuntarily.
“That’s right, baby,” Slade rumbled. “That’s right, you’re going to come soon, come on my fingers like a good girl…”
He was watching me avidly, his eyes half-lidded, as though he loved the expressions I was making as he touched me. As though he was drinking me in like fine art or expensive wine.
“Goddess, you’re so fucking sexy—writhing around on my lap with my fingers so deep in your pussy,” he growled. “Want to watch you come, baby—want to see you lose it, just for me.”
“Suck me!” I got out at last. Reaching up, I grabbed for his horns and pulled his head down. “Suck my nipples like you promised!” I demanded.
He let out a low, lustful chuckle.
“My pleasure, Princess.”
And then he was sucking one of my tight nipples between his lips while he stroked and caressed my cunny at the same time.
My torment didn’t last long after that. I felt the wave of pleasure coming just as Slade was sucking my other nipple into his mouth. As he tongued the sensitive tip, I felt myself falling over the edge again…and then soaring upwards as pleasure overcame me.
“Slade!” I wailed his name like it was a prayer. “Slade!”
He let my nipple slip from his lips and looked at me, his eyes blazing.