Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He groans low in his throat, the sound nearly muffled by the howling wind, and then he’s pushing me onto my back, tearing at my leathers. Yes! I want this! I undo the tie at the front of my tunic, letting it fall completely open.
His hands are immediately on my breasts, caressing my skin and rubbing over my nipple.
I whimper, because they’re extremely sensitive, especially while nursing. I can feel a bit of milk dribbling down each breast, but in the next moment, his mouth is there, lapping at the nipple, and I don’t even care. I grab a handful of his hair and hold him to my breasts, so aroused and wild that my hips are arching up from the furs.
Pashov’s mouth is everywhere, nipping at my breasts, his tongue moving over my nipples, licking at the valley between them. There’s no subtlety in either of us, just need.
He licks lower, moving down my belly. It’s a little jiggly post-baby, and covered in stretchmarks, but it also doesn’t matter. He flicks his tongue at my navel, then tugs at my leggings, hauling them down my hips.
I try to help out, wiggling, lifting my butt into the air to free the leathers, when he pulls down on them, and I kick them off. Almost feels like a stupid move because it’s so damn cold, but in the next moment, Pashov slides his big body down, and his arms cover my hips and thighs. He pushes them apart and slides even farther down in the tent, and then buries his face between my legs.
A sobbing gasp escapes me. “Yes!”
He growls low in his throat, and his hands tighten on my hips. He licks my folds, exploring me with his tongue, and the broken shaft of his horn jabs against my thigh. I don’t even care. I just want him to keep licking. He moves all over, his tongue with all those fantastic ridges dragging up and down my pussy. It’s like he’s deliberately avoiding my clit to make me crazy, and when he starts to lick my core again, I get impatient and slip a hand to my clit, desperate to get off. He gives a possessive growl and bats my hand away, and in the next moment, his mouth and tongue are there, licking and sucking at that tiny bit of flesh.
And oh god, this is exactly what I needed.
My toes curl, and I cry out. He makes another growling sound and redoubles his efforts, until I’m writhing and squirming on the blankets. The pattern of his mouth is impossible to figure out, and just when I think he’s about to speed up and push me over the edge, he changes tactics and begins soft, slow licks that make me even crazier. Frantic to come, I try to push his mouth aside so I can touch my clit myself, but he growls and pushes it aside again. God, that should not be nearly as hot as it is. He’s so…possessive of my pussy.
He licks me with renewed enthusiasm, and then it’s just too much. I’ve gone too long without release, and it’s all built up in my system. The moment he pushes a big fingertip against my core, my entire body jerks, and I come. I come so fast and so hard that I cry out, startling Pacy awake.
Pashov doesn’t even lift his head, just keeps licking and tonguing me, lapping up every last drop of juice between my thighs. And I keep coming like a freight train, my entire body trembling.
Pacy hiccups in his basket, then is silent, and I bite down on one of the leather blankets, trying to muffle my orgasm as another fierce ripple of pleasure rips through me. Oh my god, he won’t stop licking. He just keeps going on and on. My eyes roll back in my head, and he just grips my hips tighter, going in for another round. I’m going to be unable to stand in the morning if he keeps this up. I tap his shoulder, and when that doesn’t get his attention, I yank on his good horn.
He lifts his head, bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness. “Mine,” he says thickly.
I shiver at how ferocious he is. “Want you,” I pant. “Inside me.”
Pashov moves over me, his big body settling over mine, and I eagerly wrap my legs around his hips. His tail lashes against my leg like a mad thing, and it just makes me even more riled up. He braces his hands next to my shoulders and looks up at Pacy’s basket. “The kit—”
I shake my head, pressing a finger to his lips. “Back to sleep,” I whisper. No second crying after the first initial noise means he’s fine.
He nods and touches my face. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he bends his head and shifts his hips. The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, and I cant my hips to welcome him. It’s been far too long since I’ve been filled. Pashov thrusts into me, so hard that my body jolts across the blankets, but it feels incredible. I can feel every inch of him seated deep inside me, his spur rubbing in that maddening way against my clit.