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)
She shifted her hips restlessly.
“Yes, Slade. I…I think I need you to,” she admitted. “I feel so hot and achy…so empty inside.”
I frowned. The emptiness was something we would have to address in a moment. But for now, I needed to spread my compounds to help ease the Need Fever—she was burning up!
“Good girl,” I told her. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
Spreading her carefully with my thumbs, I leaned in again. I started with another slow, careful kiss right over her clit. The Need was so great I could feel her little pleasure button throbbing like a second heartbeat as I laved it gently with my tongue. Her flavor rolled across my tongue, making me want to groan—Goddess, she tasted so fucking good.
“Oh!” Aurora gasped and bucked her hips up. Then she moaned as I licked her again, stroking her inner pussy with my tongue and spreading my compounds to ease her pain.
She was so wet inside I soon had her juices all over my mouth and chin—not that I minded. I fucking love it when a woman gets wet for me. Lets me know I’m doing my job and giving her what she needs. But it had never been so important to me before—probably because Aurora was my Fated Mate and I wanted to make her feel good—wanted to make her come almost as badly as I wanted to keep breathing.
I held her open and kept licking her, flattening my tongue to cover as much area as possible and even diving down to slide inside her tight little opening. I expected her to loosen up when my compounds spread, but to my concern, she remained tight, no matter how deeply I tongue-fucked her.
I frowned to myself. A male Brute’s compounds are almost always sufficient to help his Fated Mate open for his shaft. The fact that Aurora wasn’t opening worried me. It might mean the Need Fever had gone further than I thought.
Need to make her come, I thought. That will help her relax.
By this time, my sweet princess was moaning and reaching down to tug on my horns. I let her get a grip on them and then looked up to meet her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby—you need me somewhere else?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Slade please…my clit…it feels…I need…”
“I know what you need,” I growled and kissed her pussy again, gently. “Why don’t you guide me,” I suggested. “Put me where you need me and hold me there, Princess. Show me where you want my tongue.”
“Here,” she moaned and pulled on my horns again. My shaft surged in my trousers as I let her lead me—I fucking loved it that she wanted more!
As I suspected, she was pulling me up. Soon my mouth was centered over her clit again and by the grip she had on my horns, she intended to keep me there until I gave her what she needed—which was my fucking pleasure.
I sucked her little button into my mouth and began to lick, tracing it over and over with my tongue, looking for the most sensitive spot—the place she liked best.
I found out soon enough that it was the right side of her clit. When I licked her there in a slow and steady rhythm, she went crazy—bucking her hips and moaning my name like a fucking prayer.
“Slade!” she gasped, tugging harder on my horns. “Oh Goddess of Mercy! Slade, please…please don’t stop! I’m close…so close!”
Goddess I was about to come in my fucking pants! But somehow I held back. I kept it up, licking her in the exact same rhythm and firmness, giving her exactly what she asked for.
Some males think that the minute a woman says she’s “close” it means they need to try something new to push her over the edge. But that’s a load of bullshit. When a woman is right on the edge, you just need to keep doing what you’re doing. Nothing less and nothing more. Slow and steady wins the race. So even if you’re aching to go harder and faster, don’t. It will only derail the momentum you’ve spent so long building.
At last I felt her whole body tense and her breathing turned to gasps and moans. Her grip on my horns tightened and she pressed up to meet me, grinding her sweet pussy against my mouth in a way that nearly made me come again.
I can’t explain how hot it made me, knowing she was losing it because I was licking her—knowing I was giving her what she needed so fucking badly. It was everything I’d fucking dreamed of and more all those years I’d been watching her and waiting for my chance to make her mine.
“Slade!” she cried. “Oh my Goddess, I’m coming! Coming!”
I nearly came myself when I heard her moan. Her pussy gushed juices for me and I stayed with her, lapping steadily until she began to twitch away from me, letting me know the pleasure was too much on her sensitized clit.