Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“How does this feel?” I ask as I clean his wide muscular back.
“Like I’ve died and gone to Olympus,” he whispers as he drops his head. I run my wet slick fingers along his thick sinewy neck and we both let out a moan.
I like touching this man. I love the deep grunts he’s giving me and the way his body rises up and down with every heavy breath. He’s enjoying this too. I’m pleasing him and the hunger in me wants to please Kaeso even more.
My nipples are as hard as pebbles and wet from the water. They’re pressing against my dress, dark and visible for him to see.
“I’ll wash your front now,” I say with a tremble in my voice as I come around to his front.
He lets out a slow hissing exhale when he sees my nubs standing up with need. This man can do anything he wishes to me. That’s what I’m here for. The strange part is, I wouldn’t say no. I’d welcome it.
Kaeso leans back on the stone and the water creeps down, revealing his long thick manhood. It’s floating in the soapy water like a snake, only longer and thicker and deadlier.
He watches me with a burning intensity as I run the soap along his chest and down his hard round stomach.
“Do the women clean… south of here?” I ask with my nerve endings stirring.
“Some try,” he says as the orange glow of the torches flickers on his wet skin. “But I don’t let them.”
“Oh,” I say, backing away.
“But you can.”
The words hang between us, heavy and erotic. I can feel my heartbeat thundering into every inch of my body as my eyes drop down to the murky water where his massive cock is starting to get hard. Hard and long.
Without another word, I reach into the warm water and wrap my trembling fingers around it. His throbbing shaft is thicker than my forearm and just about as long.
Kaeso drops his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a moan as I begin using the soapy water to stroke him up and down.
My body comes alive like never before as I run my hands up and down his tremendous length, hoping I’m pleasing him.
“Oh, Elovissa,” he growls and the aching between my legs intensifies at the new dark edge to his voice. He’s enjoying this. I’m making this dangerous man pant like that. It’s surprising how turned on that makes me. It’s shocking how happy it makes me too.
I dip my other hand into the water and he groans loudly when I cup his full masculine balls that are loaded with his mighty potent seed.
A drop leaks out of the slit on the tip of his firm round head and he curses to the gods under his breath as I run my finger over it and spread his hot seed over the silky purple skin.
His big shoulders start quaking up and down and his body jerks violently as I move my hands faster, squeezing his shaft so hard that my hand cramps and my forearm burns. I don’t care. I’m not stopping.
“Elovissa,” he groans as the turbulent water swells and surges around us. “Like that, my muse. Just like that.”
My mouth drops open as I watch this monster of a man jolting and jerking around under my touch. His eyes are dark with lust, his jaw clenched tight as he watches me stroking him as hard as I can.
“Yes!” he grunts, the deep bellow of his dominant voice echoing off the stone walls. The waterfall is gushing down beside us, adding to the intensity, adding to the turmoil of the surging water in the bath.
I’m soaked. My dress, my chest, my pussy—all sopping wet.
Kaeso sucks in a harsh breath and I feel his balls tighten in my hand. I stroke him harder, unleashing all of the pent-up sexual energy that’s been building since I was first thrown at the feet of this monstrously beautiful man.
His huge cock lurches against my palm. He grits his teeth and then lets out a roar as thick streams of his seed surge out and paint my arms, my hands, his stomach with his virile lust.
I gasp as I watch his cock continue to erupt and just when I think the streams of his seed are going to stop, two more surge out and land on my wrist and hands, covering me with his desire.
“Oh, Hades,” he whispers in a deep groggy voice as he sinks below the water up to his chin. The seed rises from his stomach and floats away on the water, heading for the drain behind us.
I’m not ready to let go of his lust just yet. I marvel at the white pearly liquid dripping from my arms and turn my hand over to see the gossamer strands stringing through my fingers.