Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I had gone to sleep still horny due to my inability to reach a release and now I felt my need rushing over me again. The man behind me smelled so good—like a campfire in the woods at night and some warm, dark spice that was completely masculine. His scent seemed to trigger something inside me—a deeper lust than anything I had ever felt before. Suddenly I was nearly panting with desire.
Arching my back, I rubbed against him, pressing my ass to the hard lump I could feel growing behind me. God, he felt huge. Even bigger than the Creatures I’d been imagining as I touched myself earlier.
“I can be as big as you want me to be, baby,” he growled softly and I realized he was somehow reading my mind. “Is that what you need? A nice thick cock filling your tight little pussy? Is that your fantasy?”
I absolutely love it when a man talks dirty to me—this dream was getting more realistic and better all the time, I thought as I rubbed against him.
“Yes,” I moaned softly. “That’s what I need!”
“Mmm, but we need to get you all warmed up first, sweetheart.” His second hand slipped around my hip and he turned me so that I was on my back and looking up at him. His handsome face in the flickering light of the dying fire looked strangely familiar, but there were too many shadows to be for sure.
“Look at you, all spread out for me,” he murmured, smoothing one big, warm hand down my body. I could feel his heat through the thin silk of my gown—his touch raised chill bumps on my skin as he slowly caressed my breasts, plucking lightly at the nipples to make me moan and squirm. “Spread those gorgeous thick thighs for me,” he ordered softly. “Let me feel that soft little pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
Helpless to disobey, I spread my legs for him. He skimmed one big hand down my belly and then long fingers were sliding between my thighs to cup my mound through my nightgown.
“Hmm, now what have we here? Are you wet for me, baby?” he rumbled and I felt him parting my pussy lips with surprising delicacy, considering how big his hand was.
I moaned softly as he stroked my aching clit through the thin silk of my gown. Why wouldn’t he reach under it to stroke my bare pussy? I shifted my hips and writhed under his gentle, teasing touch.
Somehow he seemed to understand what I wanted because I heard a deep rumble of laughter.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, stroking me deeper but still keeping the silk gown between us. “Damn, your soft little pussy is so wet for me! And you’re being such a good girl, spreading so wide to let me pet you.”
“Please!” I whispered, writhing under his touch. “I…I don’t know who you are but this feels so good. Why can’t you touch me without the gown in the way?”
“Oh, you want me to pet your sweet pussy with nothing between us? I think that can be arranged,” he rumbled. “But first I want to suck those tight nipples.
He bent his head over me and I thought there was something strange about it. Was he wearing some kind of hat? What were those things coming out either side of his forehead?
But the next minute I was arching my back and panting as he sucked one ripe tip into his mouth and began circling my nipple with his tongue. His mouth felt hotter than I would have expected—almost as though he was on fire with lust inside. Then he moved to my other peak, teasing and nipping it very lightly before sucking hard to take as much of my breast as he could into his hot mouth.
At the same time he was sucking my nipples, his hand was still moving, lightly tracing my aching clit through my gown. Then, finally, the hand moved away and I was sure I knew what was coming next.
I expected my dream lover to pull up my gown with his hand to touch my bare pussy, but instead, something else—another appendage—came sliding around my hip to lift the soaked silk away from the apex of my thighs.
I squinted in the dimness, trying to make out what was lifting my gown. It wasn’t a hand…what was it?
At that moment, a log in the fireplace broke, sending up a shower of sparks and brightening the room. Suddenly I could see more clearly. The appendage lifting my gown was long and whip-like. It also had a triangular pointed end and it moved with the sinuous grace of a snake.
Oh my God, I thought blankly. A tail—that’s a tail. He’s got a tail!
And just as I thought it, the tip of the tail whipped down and stung me—right on my clit!