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)
And just to make a liar out of her, I slide my middle finger into her, and she’s already slippery enough that I glide in like butter.
Gwenna gasps again, turning her head slightly and rolling her body to move against my touch.
“So pretty,” I croon. “Such a soft, dainty little thing—”
“I am not dainty—”
“Hush. To me you are. You’re nothing but a dainty doll of a woman I want to bend over this counter and fuck with my knot until you scream.”
She bites her lower lip, rocking her hips against my hand again.
“But maybe that’s for later,” I whisper in the ear she’s presented to me. I’m having to hunch over just to maneuver close to her ear, but it’s not uncomfortable. Having her up on the counter helps, and I keep that in mind for the future. Because this is absolutely not going to be the last time I touch her, I decide.
She’s made the mistake of showing me that she’s interested, and now she’s never going to shake me.
“How does my finger feel inside you?”
Her breath hitches and she moans.
“Ah ah,” I chide. “I don’t think that’s a word. I’m afraid I need to hear more.”
She tugs on the ring, pulling my nose down. Again, our eyes lock. “Are you going to touch my clit or do I have to find someone else to do it?”
I want to laugh with pure delight, but a growl escapes my throat instead. Sexy little thing. “You want me to touch your clit for you? Make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“Raptor.” She breathes it out, oh so prettily.
“Good.” I place my thumb between her folds and slip it through her increasingly wet channel until I find the bud of her clit. It’s a prominent one, and I bet it’d look so pretty against my tongue. I stroke my thumb pad over it ever so briefly. “Better?”
She moans, her entire body shuddering. By the five gods, I wish she was naked so I could admire the bounce of her glorious breasts. I bet they jiggle the entire time she’s being fucked. I want to see that so damn badly that my knot aches just thinking about it.
But I want her a little more talkative. I still my thumb. “You didn’t answer me, Gwenna. Is that better?”
“You prick,” she wheezes, squirming against my hand. “Move.”
“What shall I move? My thumb or my finger?”
“YES,” she snarls at me, pressing her nose to my much bigger one.
She’s so needy and charming I can’t stand it. I stroke my middle finger in and out of her a few times, letting it build up, and then I take on a much slower pace, occasionally teasing her clit to feel her jump against my hand. I’m making it impossible for her to climax, and she realizes it, too. “Raptor,” she pants. “I need more.”
“So do I,” I all but purr even as I finger her. “Tell me that you were Sarya and I’ll make you come.”
Her expression changes to one of anger, and she squirms against my hand again. “Fuck you.”
“You want me to stop? Tell me to stop.” I skim my thumb over her clit again, and then drill my finger deeper into the sucking, needy well of her cunt. “Tell me to stop touching you and I will.”
“Make me come.”
“Tell me what I need to hear.”
She growls again, furious. Gwenna lets go of my nose ring and plants her hand over mine, trying to use me to work her cunt, and I grab her wrist, grinning. I love how bossy and demanding she is. She’s not telling me to stop. She’s wanting that orgasm. I can read her like an Old Prellian glyph.
I work her with my finger, adding a second one and driving both into her with quick, hard strokes. I grin down at her as she rides my hand, panting. And then I stop again.
She all but screams in outrage.
“Fine.” Gwenna spits the word at me, her eyes snapping fire. “It was me, all right? I told you I was Sarya and I climbed on top of you and used you for sex. That what you want to hear?”
My suspicions are confirmed, and I can’t stop grinning. I never told her that Sarya climbed atop me. It truly was her. “I do feel better hearing that, aye.”
And I cup the back of her neck, holding her even as I finger her and work her clit just the way she wants. Her mouth drops open, and when she comes, it’s not with a noisy cry but with a choked little sound, followed by a sigh of pure satisfaction.
I decide I like that better than any theatrics.
My knot aches and throbs, and I want nothing more than to bury my muzzle in the crook of her neck…and then bury other parts of me in her body. But there’s a very real potential problem. I’d expect a sex worker to have birth control handled, but Gwenna isn’t a sex worker. “Is there a chance of a baby? Between us?”