Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
The Thropp’ians ushered her forward, gesturing for her to climb onto the table. The crowd pressed in, murmuring in anticipation. Clearly they loved it when someone put on a show for them.
Greer stretched out on the table, beneath the chair’s frame, his broad shoulders filling the space, his head positioned right under the opening in the seat.
Sunny hesitated uncertainly. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let Greer taste her in front of the entire Thropp’ian tribe?
“Come on, little one,” she heard him rumble. “I’m waiting.”
The rest of the tribe were waiting too. They were pressing forward to get a good view and Sunny suddenly felt like she was starring in a porno.
She sat down tentatively, her thighs trembling. Her pussy was bare beneath the grass skirt and she could feel Greer’s hot breath on her as she slid into position. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable…but also incredibly hot.
The moment her Protector’s big, warm hands slid up the insides of her legs, her breath hitched.
Oh God, can’t believe I’m doing this!
And yet she was—she was about to let Greer taste her in front of all these people. She was already wet—maybe from nerves, or maybe from the sheer wrongness of all these eyes on her. But why did it feel good too? Why did she like it when they stared? Maybe she really was an exhibitionist, she thought. Maybe—
Then Greer’s mouth found her.
The first stroke of his tongue was slow and deep, tasting her like he had all the time in the world.
“Fuck!” she heard him mutter. “So fucking good, little one.”
Then he licked her again, his tongue sliding even deeper to caress the aching button of her clit. The warm, intimate touch sent shivers through her entire body and she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Spread your pussy wider for me, baby,” she heard Greer growl. “Open yourself for me—need to get my tongue deep in that sweet little slit.”
Blushing, Sunny reached between her legs. With trembling fingers, she spread her outer pussy lips even wider. Then she tilted her hips and pressed down, grinding her open pussy against his warm, wet mouth.
She heard a growl of pure lust and then the long fingers gripping her legs tightened convulsively as Greer began to lick her in earnest.
Sunny’s eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure overtook her. She tried to stay still, to stay silent, but his mouth was relentless—nuzzling, licking, sucking until the heat in her belly spread like wildfire.
“Oh God, Greer!” she moaned.
Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, she realized she wasn’t shying away—she was grinding on him. Her hands gripped the carved wooden arms of the Queening chair as she rotated her hips and pressed down hard—grinding so the crowd could see every movement, hear every gasp.
And God help her, it turned her on even more to know they were watching.
Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair harder—until she could feel the carvings digging into her palms. The murmur of the onlookers faded to a low roar in her ears, drowned out by the wet, hungry sounds Greer was making between her thighs. She had never felt so exposed…or so hot. Oh God, she was getting close…so close…
And then she came—came so hard she cried out, her back arching, her hips rolling as her pussy pressed against his seeking tongue. Her release pulsed through her in waves, dragging another orgasm right behind it, and then another.
Greer never seemed to tire of tasting her. He growled hungrily and sucked her clit, teasing it relentlessly one minute, then slipped his tongue deep inside her the next to claim the honey she’d made for him.
As for Sunny, she rode his face shamelessly, every nerve ending lit up, until her thighs finally went weak and she slumped back, panting.
“Oh…oh God, Greer!” she panted. “Can’t…can’t go any more! Too much!”
Only then did Greer stop licking.
“All right baby—can you stand?” she heard him growl.
“I…think so.” To be honest, Sunny felt a little wobbly. She’d never come so hard before—or at least, not in front of an audience. She was grateful for Greer’s big hands steadying her as she climbed off the chair.
It occurred to her that she hadn’t felt his fangs—even once. He must have been being very careful not to hurt her with them because they looked long and sharp as he came out from under the chair.
“Damn, little one, you taste so fucking good,” he growled, looking at her hungrily.
“Thank you,” Sunny whispered. But she couldn’t look away from him.
Her Protector’s mouth and chin were wet with her juices and his eyes were burning with desire. The look on his face was hot, possessive…
And hungry for more.
27
GREER
Greer had thought he knew what to expect.
He’d expected her to be shy—maybe reluctant. She’d been tense when she first sat in the Queening chair, thighs trembling as he stroked them with his fingers.