Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Before I can say anything else, his head dips again, and his tongue is on my clit.
I suck in a breath, squirming, my hand on the top of his head. Having his mouth and his tongue there is…intense. There's no other word for it. Part of me wants to wriggle away from the touch because it's too much, and as he licks at me, I gasp, because there's no escaping the constant flick of his tongue. Jerrok locks an arm around my hip, and one leg is over his shoulder, the other propped up on the counter. I'm splayed wide open and I dig my fingers into his thick hair as his tongue delves lower, pushing against the entrance to my core. "Oh fuck."
"Knew you'd taste so sweet," he groans, lapping at my core. "So keffing juicy for me." His fingers tighten on me, pinning me in place as he pushes his tongue into my core.
I writhe against his mouth, against the subtle press of his tongue. It feels different than a cock, but he's teasing the entrance, where I'm most sensitive, and I whimper as he pushes his tongue into me again and then pulls out. I can't seem to stay still; everything in me wants to move, and when he thrusts into my core again with his tongue, I push against him, rocking my hips to take him deeper.
And it feels…incredible. My breath hitches, because he sinks his tongue so deep that I can feel the drag of his tongue ridges as he pulls out. "Oh, Jerrok…"
He drags his tongue slowly up from my core to my clit again, flicking against it as he does. Then, he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to it and gazes up at me. "Is this good, Sophie? Do you like my mouth on you, or should I stop?"
"No," I pant. "Don't stop! Keep going!" My voice catches in my throat. "Please, please keep going."
He growls, the sound low and sinful and it sends a shiver up my spine. "Good."
Jerrok gives me another slow, meaningful lick, and as he reaches my clit, our eyes meet. It's utterly intense, sending a bolt of hunger through me, and I whimper even as I arch my hips. His mouth lingers there, and then he sucks on my clit, his tongue pressing in a slow, steady rhythm that mimics how I touch myself when I masturbate.
I cry out, my hands knotting in his hair. I'm yanking on it, but he doesn't seem to care. Instead, his grip tightens and he keeps lapping and sucking at my clit as my hips work frantically against his mouth. I make needy little noises, clinging to his head as he watches me, his mouth locked in place, and it's the most erotic, intense moment I've ever had in my life.
When I come, it startles me with how quick—and how hard—I climax. My entire body jolts, my muscles tightening, and then there's a burst of wetness that makes Jerrok groan as he licks me clean. I eventually come down, shuddering, and a little bit lost as he continues to work me with his mouth, kissing and nibbling on all my sensitive parts. I twitch when I get too sensitive, my fingers fluttering over his face. "Jerrok."
He turns and presses a damp kiss to the inside of my palm. "Yours."
That wasn't what I was asking…but it's perfect all the same.
55
JERROK
I love the dazed expression on Sophie's face as I scoop her off the countertop and carry her to bed. She looks thoroughly wrung out, but more than that, she looks just a little bit astonished, like she's never deserved to have anyone pleasure her like that.
Ridiculous. I loved having my face between her thighs. I loved how wet she was, how she coated my face in her release. I'd gladly wake her up every morning with a kiss on her pretty cunt.
She burrows against my chest, tucking her face in. "I feel like my bones melted."
I chuckle at the thought. "It was good, then?"
"It was amazing." Sophie lets out a little sigh and reaches for me when I set her down gently on the bed. "What about you?"
She has to ask? "I enjoyed it, too."
Sophie chuckles, shaking her head. "No, what about you?" She gestures at my erection, which is aching with the need for release.
Ah.
I shrug. What just happened wasn't about me, not really. It was about claiming Sophie, showing her how beautiful and perfect she is…and getting to taste her. I don't mind aching as long as I get to see that sweet look of release on her face…and to savor her flavor on my tongue. "It can wait."
"It doesn't have to, though." Sophie reaches up for me again, that drowsy smile of release on her face. "Come be with me."
My mouth goes dry. I take her hand in mine, playing with her fingers. "Are you sure?"