Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Which is when it hits me. I cannot feel her because I am not tasting of her essence. She is tasting mine. Some dribbles out even as my arousal begins to harden my shafts.
She is feeling me even now.
Feeling my pleasure and my desire for her.
“Touch yourself as you are touching me,” I command. She continues to pump the base of my erection as she feeds the head in and out of her succulent mouth.
I focus on her face, on the image of her taking me in her mouth, her eyes closed and fluttering with pleasure. She is also reaching between her own legs.
I cannot hold it anymore. Not with such a sight before me.
“Juliet,” I try to warn but she only sucks with more intensity as my seed begins to pump out of me and into her waiting mouth.
“Juliet,” I groan as she slurps up my essence, some of it sliding out of her mouth and down her chin. She hungrily urges it back in her mouth with her thumb and then continues to lap at my cock with her tongue until I am perfectly clean.
But the sight of her cleansing me has only made my second erection all the more painful, even while my first is still stiff.
Juliet’s eyes are dilated. “I feel how much you want me,” she whispers. “Oh God it’s a rush.” And then she wastes no time clambering over me, moving my top shaft against her belly and then arranging the bottom one at the apex of her sex.
My eyes are wide as they meet hers.
“I need this,” she whispers. “I want to disappear inside you for a while. To escape from all this.” She gestures around us at the ship then at her gleaming golden scales. “Please. I don’t want to think. I want you to fuck me. I want it to be dirty. I want to forget about the whole fucking world for a while. Can we do that?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, Juliet. I will fuck you and dirty you with my seed.”
She shakes her head at me, a small smile appearing on her lips. My heart soars to see it. Perhaps not all is lost between us. My Juliet is smiling at me and sliding her sweet, wet cunt down on my erection.
Almost immediately, once she is seated, I am hooked in again to the connection between us. I feel all that she is feeling and it is a torrent. A tumultuous sea. And I must be her anchor.
I roll us so that she is beneath me and I am her shield above.
I will protect you. I will shelter you from all storms.
I hold her close and feel her pleasure when my first shaft, still stiff from the continued stimulation, strokes perfectly against her button even as I plunge deeply inside her with my second.
“Oh God,” she cries before biting into my shoulder with her teeth. They are dull and do not feel like more than a pinch.
What I love is knowing that she cannot help herself. She is getting her wish. She is losing herself in the moment’s ecstasy.
In me.
I open myself to her and hold nothing back.
And in return, I see her.
She is afraid. Afraid of so many things. It is a fear that goes a long way back. Before I ever came into her life. Before even that other male who abused her.
In a flash, I see a long, rectangular dwelling place. The coloring on the outside peels and the home looks barely inhabitable. The entire structure is up on blocks and the porch sags deeply in the middle.
There is shouting from inside and then the door slams open.
A small, dark-haired girl who looks like a younger Juliet hurries out the door, clutching the hand of an even younger girl.
They flee across the dirt yard, past many other structures almost identical to their own. Before I can see where they go, the scene disappears.
I am back with Juliet as her pleasure ramps higher. When I open my eyes, I find her staring at me, her hands bunched in the muscles of my arm, fingernails digging in.
Did she take a journey as well? What did she see in my head?
“Shak,” she whispers. She lifts a hand tentatively and cups my cheek. It is the gentlest touch of my entire life, I think.
“Did you see?” I ask her. “Do you see my truth? How you changed my world?”
Tears crest her eyes and she nods.
Then she kisses me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Juliet
I do see his truth. It scares the fucking living daylights out of me, but I see it.
His chest warms and he feels an inner fire of joy whenever he sees me. It’s not just infatuation either, or even lust. Although there’s plenty of that too, to be sure.
It’s… I can’t even describe it.