Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
"Don't stop," she pants. "Please, don't stop." Her fingers dig into my mane, pushing my face down again. "I'm so close."
"Then tell me what it is I touch, and I will keep my mouth on you." All of my worry that I am doing this wrong has floated away, replaced by a hungry euphoria. She is loving my touch, I realize incredulously, as she bites back a sob and insists for me to not stop again. I return to her clit, hungrily sucking upon it as more shudders race up her thighs, and then I drag a finger through her wet folds, just below my mouth. She is utterly soaked, her juices all over my face and the insides of her legs, but I love this. I love how much she wants this—wants me—and I want to make her even wetter.
I explore her with one finger, tracing along the folds of her cunt, and as I do, I uncover the opening of her body. She is hottest and slickest here, the honey of her arousal coating my skin the moment I touch her. Melina cries out wordlessly, and I tease my finger at the entrance of her body, waiting for her to answer me.
When she does not, I lift my head again. "You don't get my mouth, lovely one, unless you play along as well."
"Fuck you," she wheezes, all frustration, and pushes my head back between her thighs again. "I was so close!"
"I will get you that close again," I purr, flicking my tongue against her clit and loving when she cries out. "But you must finish educating me—"
"Fine!" she cries. "Just…please, Azar."
Her words—her need—make my cock spurt. My robes stick to the head of my shaft, but I press against the bed again, not caring. All that matters is Melina's pleasure. I clasp my mouth around her clit again and suck as if I have never sucked before, and she cries out louder, arching off of the bed.
This time, when I drag my finger toward the entrance of her body, she's babbling words. "My core. That's my core. My channel. My vagina." She whimpers again. "Oh please, I'm so close. So close—"
I push my finger inside her.
Melina keens, her body clenching tight. I continue to suck on her clit, even as her cunt squeezes around my finger as if it is milking it, and her legs shake. Her entire body tenses, and I keep working her with my mouth as her noises grow louder, the tension increasing in her body. She gives an all-over shiver that seems to last forever, makes one last gasping, desperate sound, and then collapses on the bed as her juices coat my hands and face. Panting, she finally manages to speak. "Oh my god."
I lift my head, lapping once at her clit, and noticing that she tries to squirm away from my mouth this time. "Did I please you?" I'm dazed with the haze of my own pleasure, vaguely aware that my cock throbs with its own release, and my robes are stuck to my front. I've come as well, lost in her hunger.
She gives a shaky laugh, trying to ease one of her thighs off my shoulders. Just as quickly, I slide a hand up and hold it there. I'm not letting her go anywhere yet. "That was…yeah. That was good. I…thank you, Azar."
"I am your mate. Your pleasure is mine." Indeed, I feel incredible. Her scent is everywhere, her cunt still dripping with arousal, and I cannot resist lapping up another taste and loving how she shivers in response. "I had no idea it was so very pleasing to devour a female's pussy. No wonder your human males are so hungry for it."
A laugh bubbles up out of her. "They're not. I don't know where you got the idea that they are, but they are definitely not into eating pussy. Not like that."
They're not? "Then they are fools. That is the most pleasure I've had…ever." I rub my mouth against her thigh, obsessed with the texture of her soft skin and the scent of her. "I thought…I thought it was common."
"In a perfect world, I guess it would be." Her mouth curves in a dreamy smile. "But it's definitely not a perfect world, and most men are selfish in bed." She smooths my mane back from my brow, her eyes soft and dark and hazy. "Where did you get that idea, anyhow?"
Fascinating that human men would deprive themselves of such a thing. But perhaps their senses are less refined. They cannot appreciate the nuance of Melina's taste, her scent, the fine texture of her skin. Or they are simply fools. Both are easily believable. I glide my fingers along the inside of her thigh, because I could stay here forever, just exploring and dipping my tongue in for leisurely tastes. "I saw a picture in a book of a male between his female's thighs and wanted to try it."