Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“How?”
I exhale against her jaw, traveling down the side of her neck with my tongue. “Take your nightgown off for me. Let me suck your little nipples.”
Biting her lip, she nods and we work together to remove the garment, casting it aside on the grass and leaving her fully nude on my lap, my cock lodged a mere inch inside of her tight, young cunt. A goddess outlined by moonlight. I have to close my eyes and count to ten to get myself under control. I barely manage it. I can’t fully manage it when I’m this close to paradise. When it’s being offered to me, against all odds.
“Right,” I say unevenly, pressing my forehead to hers, dragging my right hand down between our bodies and thumbing her clitoris. Her mouth forms an O against mine, her breath coming faster. “This is why you open your thighs for me, angel. This little bud demands it. And you own me, you rule me, but I rule this. This pretty girl is property of your giant.”
“Yes,” she gasps, writhing another inch onto my cock, lubricating her own way, aided by my thumb on her swollen bundle of nerves. “Y-your property.”
I press down harder on that pleasure button and she arches her back on a moan, giving me the perfect opportunity to lick over her stiff right nipple, curling my tongue around it and gently sucking it into my mouth—and down she sinks another inch. I’m a third of the way inside of her and already, I’m struggling not to drain my balls. Those twin sources of misery are stuck right to the underside of my body, clenched, throbbing. Begging to be emptied.
When she squirms closer to my lap, impaling herself another few inches, I roar her name into the curve of her neck, increasing the pace of my thumb on her clit, strumming it fast, making it harder, making Thea’s whimpers turn louder, more urgent.
“Tell me again,” she says haltingly. “W-what you said today. About me ordering you t-to…babies…”
Without her uttering another word, I know exactly what she means. And the fact that my primal vow is what she craves…it’s my undoing.
I take hold of her little backside and stuff her down my remaining length, roughly, my growl drowned out by her strangled cry. “You’ll order me to breed you. Is that what you want to hear, you tight little angel?”
When she’s finished gasping, adjusting to the bulk of me, she hiccups, “Yes.”
“Am I hurting you, lass?” I demand to know, my lips on top of hers.
“I like it,” she whispers, rolling her lower body—and I break. I fucking break. “Love it.”
I’m raking her up and back now, tunneling in and out of her soaked cunt, the sounds and scents of sex filling the night air. “You’ll make me wait, teasing me. Making me pull out. You’ll know how bad I want to fatten up that belly, but you won’t let me. You’ll tease and torture until I go mad.” My accent is thick as molasses now, along with the rest of me. “Until I’m ready tae hold ye down and pump ye full. And then you’ll finally let me fuckin’ breed ye.”
“Duncan!”
She comes like my little harlot. Whipping her hips up and back, tits jiggling, mouth open, eyes blind. I keep my thumb busy on her clit until the last second, and a scream rips out of her, that already too-tight pussy clenching hotly around mine, summoning the seed from my balls like a sorceress. They squeeze and release, firing searing heat up the stalk of my shaft, the release of pressure making my skull throb, the walls of my throat burn—and I bellow her name in reverence, in thanksgiving, lifting my hips, smacking her up and down again, again, again in a punctuated rhythm and spurting my seed into her in great, glopping waves, gratitude and wonder making a permanent home in my chest.
“Thea, Thea, Thea,” I chant into her hair.
“Duncan.”
And she collapses on me like earlier today, like a helpless princess, boneless, her beautiful face buried in my sweaty neck. Trusting me to squire her somewhere safe—and I do. I carry her limp little body up to her bedroom like the precious treasure she is, intending to guard her all through the night, the hell with sleep. But when I pass her uncle’s old bedroom, a horrible sense of foreboding sweeps me that stays with me until the early morning hours.
What will she do when she finds out who I really am?
It’s inevitable, isn’t it?
I can’t hide forever. Not from this girl who sees me so clearly.
When that happens…
Will she show me mercy or cast me out of her light?
Chapter 6
Thea
I never thought much about losing my virginity.
It was always something that would happen far, far down the road. Or not at all.