Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
I immediately draw back, my impression that of intense, almost painful heat radiating from his knot. “Should I not have—?”
He wheezes, trying to catch his breath. “Sensitive…”
“So I shouldn’t play with it?” I lightly tease a finger along that hard, violently red bulge at the base of his cock. Even his balls, flushed and huge, are nowhere near as tight-looking as that knot.
The Taurian’s head goes back and he sucks in a breath. One heavily bandaged hand tightens on my breast—in an exciting, possessive way, not a bad way. He rubs his wrapped hand over my nipple, teasing back and forth even as his hips lift in another silent entreaty.
His knot might be sensitive, but he doesn’t seem to mind me playing with it. I take my time, tracing along the edge of it where it meets his shaft, then along the underside, where it pulses against the base of his cock. I tickle it with featherlight touches and give it a squeeze, which seems to elicit the most reaction from him. It’s probably like my clit, then. Teasing touches are well and good, but I need a proper rubbing if I’m going to get off.
“Just like that,” he encourages.
“Just like what?” I ask innocently, pulling my hand away. He growls, and I feel powerful. “You didn’t want just my hand, did you?”
“You going to keep toying with me or you going to mount me, woman?” He brushes my nipple with his mitt.
I’m feeling playful, though. I push his hand away and slowly make my way down the side of the bed. I should probably hurry things along because we could get caught at any moment, but I like the edge of danger. It helps drown out the hum of the dead man’s presence. I drag my fingers along his legs, brushing over his hooves as I circle the bed and then move to the other side. I want him aware of where I am, because I imagine he doesn’t like to be startled, but I want to keep teasing. “I’ll give you two choices,” I say in a flirty voice. “You can have my hand, and I’ll even throw in my tongue. I’ll wipe all that lotion off and mouth you good. Or you can have my cunt.”
“Cunt,” he says immediately, and gestures to his thighs. “Come sit on me. I’ll make you feel amazing.”
I’m a little surprised at his choice. If it’s just about getting off, most men would take a hand and go on about their day. That he wants my body means he’s interested—even slightly—in my pleasure, too. Maybe it’s a Taurian thing to be a generous lover. If so, I’ve been seeing the wrong men all my life. “I’m warning you, I’m a heavy woman.”
“You say that like it’s a problem. I like thick thighs.” He angles his head, as if he wants to get a look at me, even though there’s no way he’ll be able to see my face through those heavy bandages.
“And what about that big knot of yours? Is that supposed to fit?” I drag my finger over the heated band of flesh, enjoying the hiss he makes.
“Just take what you can and enjoy yourself.” The big Taurian manages a roguish grin. “I know I will.”
I roll my eyes at that one, but I’m still amused at his confidence. It’s hard not to be attracted to that, and I’m enjoying this diversion probably far more than I should. “I’m coming up, then. Tell me if I hurt you.”
He holds a bandaged hand out to help me up, but I gently nudge it aside, and that makes him laugh anew, just as I figured it would. He’s a lot of fun to toy with, this Taurian. I climb up the side of the bed, glad that it’s low to the ground. My thighs brush over his and then I rest my slick, lotion-covered hands on his stomach as I straddle him and keep my hips high in the air.
His enormous prick pushes straight up to the sky, and I lower myself onto it just enough for the head to graze my cunt, and then I lift up again.
He groans, head jerking to the side. “Mucking tease.” The words are harsh but his tone is affectionate. “You just want to make me suffer.”
“It’s my job to torture those at the hospital,” I flirt. “I like to hear the begging.”
And I drag my slick cunt along the head of his cock again. His hips surge upward—as I knew they would—but I shift my weight away again. He makes a ragged sound in response.
“Ask me nicely,” I purr at him.
His big hands go for my breasts. “Please, Sarya.”
Hearing the strange name makes me wince. I change tactics, seating myself atop him with a wiggle and letting him sink the tip in. He’s by far the biggest lover I’ve ever had, but I’m slick as hell, and his cock is slippery from the lotion. It’s a tight fit, but not an unpleasant one.