Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Fuck, yes! From the first minute I met you I’ve wanted to worship you—to give you pleasure, Mistress.”
His hot, dirty words poured over her like the water, washing away the last fragments of the terror she’d felt when the Kriver attacked. Kaitlyn didn’t care anymore that what they were doing was violating protocol—being touched like this by her Protector made her feel alive. She needed this.
Braze’s big, soapy hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her hips, and cupped her ass. He kneaded the flesh, growling in pleasure.
“And this ass,” he groaned, squeezing. “I’ve always wanted to fill my hands with this luscious ass.”
“It…it’s too big,” Kaitlyn protested, panting. “I mean, that’s what my ex used to say,” she added breathlessly.
“Your ex-mate was a fucking idiot,” Braze growled. “Your sweet, luscious ass is fucking perfect. Don’t you ever say it’s too big—it’s just right for my hands. For holding onto while I…”
He didn’t finish, but the image was clear. It formed in Kaitlyn’s mind, fully formed and extremely vivid.
Perfect for holding on while he takes me from behind—that’s what he means, whispered a naughty little voice in her head and the scene unfolded in her mind’s eye.
She saw herself bent over the edge of the massive bed or braced against this very shower wall…saw her Protector’s big hands gripping her hips and ass just like this, his long fingers digging into the flesh he loved so much, holding her steady as he positioned himself behind her.
She could almost feel the thick, blunt head of his cock nudging against her entrance, pressing into her wet, willing pussy. He’d push inside in one long, devastating stroke that would steal her breath away, filling her completely and stretching her so perfectly it bordered on pain.
And then he’d move—pulling back and slamming home—setting a ruthless, pounding rhythm that would shake her entire body, the slap of his skin against hers echoing in the steamy room. He’d fuck her deep and hard, claiming her…making her his in the most primal way possible. And she’d take every inch, crying out his name, begging for more…
The fantasy was so intense, so real, that her pussy felt wetter than ever. She moaned, pushing back against the big Kindred, feeling the hard, relentless pressure of his cock, still trapped by his trousers and the cock ring, nudging against the small of her back. It was a cruel tease—a promise of what they couldn't have because surely that would be going too far. But God, she wanted it—wanted him.
“Oh, God—don’t stop!” she begged.
“I won’t, baby.”
His big hands moved to her belly, smoothing over the roundness there. She tensed instinctively.
“Don’t. I…I’m too soft,” she murmured, the old insecurity rising inside her.
His hand stilled…then he splayed his fingers wide, pressing his palms flat against her belly.
“There’s no such thing as too soft, Kaitlyn. You’re just fucking right, baby. Every part of you.”
Baby. The endearment, mixed with her name, nearly unraveled her completely. Kaitlyn leaned back against him, purring contentment, her insecurities forgotten. She remembered again that he’d called her an “Elite” and swore she was the type of woman all Kindred wanted.
She was his fantasy—she loved that idea.
Braze’s hand drifted lower, through the wet curls at the apex of her thighs. He cupped her entire pussy in his big hand and massaged lightly. His lips brushed her ear.
“Do you want me to wash you here, Mistress?” His voice was pure sin. “Should I wash your soft little pussy and make you moan some more?”
A shudder wracked her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Wash me there. I want you to.”
Braze rumbled his approval—a dark, satisfied sound. He spread her open, exposing her completely to the water and his touch. Long fingers stroked her slippery inner lips, already swollen and eager for him. His touch was knowing—completely unerring.
Unlike Mark, who’d always fumbled, rubbing uselessly to one side or the other, Braze found her clit immediately, as if drawn by a magnet.
Kaitlyn moaned and bucked against him as he circled the aching little button with the pad of one finger using a perfect, maddening pressure—not too rough and not too light. He seemed to know exactly how a woman’s body needed to be touched—something her ex had never learned despite years of marriage.
“Oh, God!” Kaitlyn cried, her hips rocking, grinding herself against his hand. “Oh, Braze, that feels so good!”
“So responsive,” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. “So wet for me already. Can I wash inside you, Mistress? Do I have your permission to fingerfuck your hot little cunt?”
The filthy words, spoken in that deep, hungry growl, pushed her right to the edge.
“Yes! Do it, Braze. Wash inside me!” she heard herself begging.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he rumbled.
As he spoke, two long, thick fingers slid into her, filling her utterly. He pumped them slowly…deeply…the heel of his hand keeping up a relentless, circling pressure on her clit.