Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
I take him over to the white cloth tent that Zaphod mentioned earlier and cautiously pull back the curtain. It’s empty inside except for an inflatable couch covered with faux furs and royal banners that say Senate of Calgon hanging from the ceiling. I’m not that surprised to find that the place doesn’t look used at all. Seems no other maidens have fallen for his proposition.
“Where are we?” Blake asks, his horns nearly grazing the top of the tent.
“The Senate of Calgon,” I tell him, leading him over to the couch. “Or the site of every nerd girl fantasy.” I sit down and stare up at him, opening my legs wide.
His eyes nearly fall out. “You have a hole in your suit.”
“I know that,” I tell him. “And I’m not wearing underwear.”
“I can see that,” he says, practically salivating. “Was this all for me?”
“You get panty lines if you don’t go commando,” I tell him, beckoning him down with my finger. “And this is a full bodysuit. I’m not taking the whole thing off every time I have to pee.”
“Right,” he says, not even hearing me anymore. His eyes keep roaming from my bare pussy, over my spandex covered breasts, to my lips and back down again. I feel like he’s going to have a convulsion just standing there. “This is seriously the hottest thing I have ever seen in my whole entire existence.”
“It’s about to get hotter,” I tell him as he drops to his knees and runs his hands up my inner thighs, squeezing as he goes, his eyes burning and locked on mine. He’s about to dip his head, but I reach up and grab his helmet, taking it off before the horns spear me.
I put the helmet to the side and out of the way. His hair flops forward on his forehead. “Not up for the horns?” he says with a grin.
“Maybe later.”
He lowers his head between my legs and I lie back, the sun streaming in through the parting in the tent door. Out in the distance the battle cries go on, but in here there is nothing but Blake’s tongue on my clit, tentative at first, then his mouth opening right over it, gently sucking me in.
I feel the air sucked out of me.
His tongue runs down me in broad, warm licks and I raise my hips, wanting more purchase, more tension, more relief, more of everything.
He places two fingers inside me, holding me open, while his tongue still works, alternating between gentle sucks and languid laps. His teeth raze me at some point and I cry out loudly but the pain has never felt sweeter.
“Come inside me,” I whimper as I feel myself getting close, my hands gripping his hair. “Please. I need you. I need to feel you again.”
He pulls back, breathless, his mouth red and wet, and looks down at his costume. “You’re lucky these are pants, otherwise I’d need a hole too.”
“I’d cut it out with my teeth,” I tell him.
He gives me an odd look. “I’m not sure if that’s sexy or not.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, queen,” he says, bringing his cock out. He moves his body on top of mine and I relish his weight as his elbows plant on either side of my shoulders, pinning me between him. There’s little hesitation before he pushes his cock in and I stretch around him, feeling impossibly full. There’s nothing else like this. Nothing at all.
I roll my hips under him, pulling him even deeper, causing him to gasp. I’ve missed those sounds of his. I’ve missed everything.
We are immediately lost in the silken push and pull of each other, our bodies joined, our souls grappling in lust.
It’s so easy with him.
So easy.
He groans and slowly pulls out before sliding back in to the hilt. I close my eyes, pleasure curling down my spine, my legs opening wider.
“Is this a bad time to tell you I’m in love with you?” he whispers against my mouth.
My heart stalls.
I open my eyes and find him gazing at me, his stare so raw and smoldering, like he’s giving me all he has, all that he is.
“I suppose there could be worse times,” I whisper right back, running my hands through his hair and holding on. “I love you too, you know.”
“I didn’t know,” he says, breaking into a beautiful smile, the dimples deepening on his cheeks. “But I know now. And I won’t forget it.”
I grin, digging my nails into his ass and shrugging him forward, his cock sliding in deep.
“Take me to Asgard,” I cry out. “Or Ragnarok. Or pleasure town, wherever.”
“Anywhere you want to go, my peach,” he murmurs. “But we’re going together.”
Epilogue
AMANDA
One year later
“Hey, you should sign it Tits McGee,” Blake whispers in my ear.
I pause just as I’m about to write my own signature. My eyes slide to him. “What? How did you know about that?”