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)
My name. It sounds bloody amazing coming from those sweet lips of hers. How is it I haven’t heard her say it very often? That needs to change. “It’s not a gift. It’s me thinking of my Five.”
She teases her finger over the blunt spike on the head of the thing. “Are you always only concerned about your Five, then? When you think of me?”
“Hardly mucking ever. You know I’m thinking of you.” I’m practically growling the words at her, leaning one hand on the wall and looming over her smaller form.
“Mmm. I don’t know if I believe you.” There’s a flirty tone in her voice, a playful look in her eyes as she gazes up at me.
“You don’t think I’m obsessed with you?” Is she mad? Has she not noticed how obsessed I am? I’m all but slavering for just a hint of her attention. When she moves to toy with the spike again, I grab her hand and press it against my rigid cock. “What does that tell you?”
“It tells me that you’ve got a big fat cock,” she whispers, and licks her lips. “And that you need it played with.”
I all but wheeze when she strokes her hand along the outline of my shaft. “I wouldn’t let anyone play with it but you, Gwenna. I’d rather hump my fist.”
“No need to be dramatic.” She slides her hand lower, cupping my sac through my clothes. “I feel like saying thank you to you.”
For some reason, those words irk me. “I’m not interested in a thank-you.”
“What are you interested in, then?”
“Pleasure.” I use my weight to push her back against the wall and press the morning star between our chests. The longer stem of it pushes against her hips and she squeaks in surprise, her eyes widening as she gazes up at me. I take it from her grip and press the handle against the vee between her thighs and then rub it against the fat mound of her cunt, through her clothing.
Her eyes flutter with arousal, and a moment later, her scent permeates the air. “Oh…you…”
“Me. Aye. I want to see you come first. Then you can work my cock all you like.” It’s the rutting bull inside me that’s taking control, getting possessive and demanding. I want to make her come. I want to make her remember this moment. I want to sear it into her mind.
With the hilt of the morning star in my grasp, I push it against her cunt, parting her folds and rubbing the end of it against her. Her mouth falls open and I brush her lower lip with my thumb.
“Tell me if it’s too much. If you don’t want this.”
Her breath shudders, and then she arches her hips against the weapon.
Ah. Perfect, delicious woman. “That’s right, darling. Let me make you feel good.”
“Raptor,” Gwenna moans, rocking against the hilt. I hold it steady for her, my thumb dipping farther into her mouth, into the wet heat of her. She whimpers and sucks on it, and the breath hisses from my throat.
“That’s right. Use me, sweet girl. Use me to feel good. Isn’t that what one teammate does for another?”
She grabs my hand, clinging to the one I have on her face, and looks me in the eye as she shatters. Her entire body quivers, the tops of her full breasts jiggling in response to her orgasm. She catches her breath, and then pushes against me.
When I retreat a step, I see the evidence of her arousal—and her release—as a wet stain on the front of her skirt.
“You’re very pretty when you come,” I comment, feeling smug. No, not smug. Just in my element. Like this is where I’m meant to be, right here with her, watching her come under my hand. This is how it should be.
“Liked that, did you?” Gwenna sounds delightfully breathless, her cheeks pink.
“Aye, you know I did.”
“Mmm.” She doesn’t fuss over her skirts, just smooths a hand over her hair, glances at the door, and then drops to her knees. Setting her weapon down, she reaches for the front of my pants. “Don’t knot my mouth, all right? The last thing I want to do is get caught by the others while choking on bull cock.”
I’m speechless that she’s going to take me into her mouth. It’s rare—no sex worker wants to get her face that close to my knot, and most of my lovers in the past have been just that. “You…sure? You don’t have to—”
She frees my cock and her mouth closes over the head.
A grunt of pleasure escapes me. I want to put both hands on her smaller head and work her over my cock, but I worry I’ll lose control. I clench my fists on the wall instead, bracing myself there as it takes every bit of control I have to remain still while she tongues my cock and strokes my balls with her fingers. Her mouth is wet and sloppy and sucking, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt…