Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I need to hold your body,” I say. She is beautiful like this, but I need her closer.
She nods.
I lean over and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her to me in a tight hug like our first contact. Except this time, my cock is embedded deep inside her.
“Kharon,” she gasps into my ear before burying her face in my neck and flinging her arms around me, clutching me to her just as tightly as I’m holding her.
I hold her body gently, but I begin to fuck her with abandon. “You feel so good,” I tell her, my hands ranging up and down her body. My lower hands squeeze and tug her buttocks apart.
“I want to touch you here,” I growl in her ear. “There is no part of your body that is not mine.”
She squeals into my neck. “Yes.” And then I feel her little teeth bite into my hide.
I roar and drop my finger to where her excess juice drips down my fat cock. I collect the wetness and press that finger along the small space between where her cunt is filled with my cock and the tiny opening of her anus.
She bites harder at my neck as I rub circles on the small opening with my finger, rolling us slightly sideways so I have access while I continue fucking her.
My head buzzes with pleasure. It flushes through my entire body with everything we’re doing: the feel of her surrounding me, my cock buried inside her, and the way her little anus contracts around my finger.
“Let me in,” I beg. I want everything. I want to give her everything and take everything, too.
She squeals, and her legs tighten around my waist, which opens her ass more to me. She releases her bite on my neck for a moment, then bites down again.
I love the feeling of it almost as much as I love pulling my cock out of her drenched cunt and thrusting back inside.
My thick fingertip finally pops inside her ass. I roar in satisfaction, clutching and fucking her everywhere as she bites down and howls her pleasure.
I pull my finger in her ass toward my cock, marveling at the thin wall of her body and the way she seems to go crazier beneath me. Her high-pitched moans reach a peak when I do that, and her pussy clamps around me in a way that—
Oh fuck—
I should—
I need to pull out—
But after so much teasing, both her and myself, my eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure spikes down my spine. So instead of pulling out, I thrust in, pinning her to the floor.
And then chaos erupts around us.
Just as I feel my gush spill deep inside her channel, the world drops out beneath us in a way that is far too familiar.
Wait. . . No, no, no!
I’m plane-jumping.
But somehow, oh gods! Ksenia is still in my arms, my cock deeply embedded in her as pleasure lights through me, spilling out of me. This world drops away, and we’re both—oh fuck, both?—deposited in the other plane.
Chapter Twenty
KSENIA
My eyes are shut, and I’ve barely started coming down from the wildest and most intense pleasure of my life, clinging to Kharon.
His arms suddenly release me, his finger slipping out of my ass and his cock from my pussy. I feel him shifting above me, but I only cling tighter. I’m not ready for the moment to end as aftershocks from my intense orgasm continue to quake through my legs, making my toes flex and point.
“Ksenia,” he says, and a tense note in his voice makes me open my eyes.
Which is when I gasp and let go of him.
Because we aren’t in the dark church anymore.
No, somehow we’re outside, but it’s not snowy—
What on earth? Sunshine?
Kharon lifts off me, and I scramble to my feet, looking up in confusion at the bright, sunny, cloudless sky. The green grass is soft as feathers beneath my feet, and a warm breeze blows against the wetness dripping between my legs.
“What is this?” I ask, stunned. I look around, not believing my eyes. It’s like some vacation paradise. Where are we? How did we—?
“I plane jumped,” he gasps, looking around. “With you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I d-didn’t mean to!” he scrambles, his top hands going to his head as he spins, looking around. “I’ve never traveled with anyone before. I didn’t know I could—”
And then he swings around to look at me, and a horrified look takes over his face. “Oh no.”
“What?” I ask.
“That’s not true,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with horror. “I’ve traveled with many humans. But they do not come back.”
I think I get what he’s saying. “You mean, I— I’m dead?”
He shakes his head, a determined look on his face. “No.” And then he storms over, covering the space between us in a moment.