Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
It was agony of the best sort, feeding his throbbing dick into her tight, drooling hole, waiting for his wife to commit, to open, to slide down until she’d swallowed all of him. Jules letting her take her time, exploring inch by delicious inch. Her succulent passage, every ridge and fold, accepting him inside a dripping pussy so tight he could cum with an errant thought.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed, momentarily still as he savored how perfectly he’d restored her.
And then triumph, wet pulsations of her inner muscles squeezing his meat, starved for cum as she finally bottomed out, their bodies fully enmeshed.
Jules’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, fighting every instinct to roll her onto her back and pound her cunt into submission. To wind her up into so much need she would do or say anything he wished.
The way her tits heaved, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath as she sat up and pressed a hand to her lower belly, as if feeling him inside and out, struggling just a little to take him.
As if this was the first time this position had been anything but agony.
It calmed him before he could do something stupid.
Stroking a finger under her chin, Jules tucked away the beast within and set aside his needs for hers. “Shh, darling. You’re in control. Take a breath, give yourself a moment to stretch. You will adapt, and you don’t need to be afraid. We can stop at any time.” His touch slid up Brenya’s ribs, cupping the weight of her breast, Jules worshiping it with a possessive squeeze, the stiffness of her nipple poking into his palm, as he said, “When you’re ready, we can play. You can see what you like. I’ll be patient. Does it feel nice, angel?”
“It feels—” The words caught off on a moan as Brenya felt him jump inside her, Jules flexing a muscle that twitched his cock, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
“I know.” Leaning up, he captured one of her nipples between his teeth, worrying the sensitive bud with light nips and soothing licks, smiling at Brenya’s helpless little whimpers. “You feel amazing.”
Omega desire pulsed through the bond between them, a constant, insistent drumbeat that had Brenya rocking her hips in little, unsure hitches. All as her hands roamed over his chest, as if reassuring herself that it was him.
Not the other.
Gods, was she tight. That pussy he’d crafted from the ruin Jacques had left her with, absolutely perfect. A triumph, a monument of his skill.
And she deserved to learn how to enjoy it.
Carefully taking her hips in his hands, Jules showed Brenya how to cant her hips to meet his slow, upward thrusts with her own sinful rolls and grinds.
“My love,” he breathed, starting up with abject adoration. “I’ll never give you a knot, but I’ll always give you this.”
This intense attention. A level of skill that he would dedicate to her until the end of time.
Breathless, growing braver as she undulated those sweet hips, Brenya could not stop herself from admitting, “I want this.”
Those sweet words sent a fresh pulse of pleasure through him, Jules flexing his buttocks, driving himself impossibly deeper, groaning at the way Omega cervix kissed the tip of his cock.
Anything. He would do anything to keep this feeling. To keep her.
“And I’ll give you pleasure, Brenya. More than you can— ah, fuck! That’s it,” Jules panted, unable to stop himself from pumping upward, seeking more of her. “Keep grinding, just like that. Work your hips; pleasure yourself on my cock. It’s yours.”
She did. Losing herself in indulgence on her terms.
He caught her hands, interlacing their fingers, supporting her so she could ride him as she would, as he said, “Look at me. Gods, never stop looking at me that way.”
Vulnerable, naked to him in a way she’d never been with Jacques.
Jules didn’t need the pair-bond in that moment to see her, those honey eyes laying bare the deepest parts of her soul.
His soul. Her soul was his.
To replace the one he’d lost.
“I love you.” He meant every word.
And her face contorted as if pained, her pussy twisting around his cock murderously tight. Jaw loose, she took, using his cock for her pleasure, lashes fluttering as her eyes lost focus.
The sensation was indescribable, Jules gritting his teeth to maintain control so she could experience this as she deserved. Where their fingers were interlaced, she held tight, smearing her pussy over his pubis, dragging her clit over him, legs shaking, hips grinding her down as a cry tore from her throat, echoing through the bedchamber and likely beyond the Red Room’s walls.
His balls drew up tight, climax building at the base of his spine, as Jules buried his face in Brenya’s neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her pulse jump against his lips. So close, so…