Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Show me how to touch you?” I work his cock with my hand, but I feel clumsy and inexperienced. I’ve had a few boyfriends in the past, but I definitely don’t consider myself a handjob pro. I wish I was—I’d love to just blow his mind with my skills. I flick my wrist when I get to the head of his cock, because I know that much, and I’m rewarded with a ragged hitch of his breath.
I lean in closer to him, wanting to kiss him, but our heights are too dissimilar. I can jerk him off, or I can slide up another foot or so and kiss him. I opt to keep my hands on his cock, like I promised. Besides, I’m loving his reaction.
“It is I who should be touching you,” R’jaal says, stroking my cheek.
“Nope. It’s your turn, now. You deserve a little playtime, too.” Besides, I know if I said he should ‘”claim” me in front of the others he’d happily push his head between my thighs again. My pussy clenches just thinking about it. “And I like touching you.”
“Truly?” He sounds incredulous.
“Oh, you sweet man,” I breathe, working his cock with another clumsy stroke. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to touch you?”
His breath catches as I touch him, and I can feel his body shake against mine, as if it’s too much to take in. “Because…you did not…ask for this.”
I chuckle. “No one would ask to be kidnapped by aliens or held captive underground. I’m making the best of a bad situation. And it’s not so bad when I’m with you. With you, I can forget.” I slide my hand down to the base of his cock and squeeze. “With you, I can enjoy something, at least.”
He clutches me tightly, and then his hand covers mine. “I will make this world good for you, R’slind. I will make everything good for you. This I promise. Every day will be a day of joy.” R’jaal chokes as he uses my hand to stroke his cock, moving far rougher and with more force than I would have, but I note this for next time. No tentative cock touching. Decisive and bold.
I’m already planning for next time, I realize. For a future in which I use my mouth, or lube. I read a book once where a woman hummed while going down on her boyfriend and it felt incredible for him. I want to try that, too. I want to try everything.
“I will take you in my furs,” he rasps, and his hips surge against our joined hands, his cock now dripping pre-cum so thickly that the sight of it arouses me. “You will be the happiest of females to have such an attentive male. There will be no day that passes in which your cunt will remain untasted, no night in which your belly will not be filled with my seed.”
Oh god, a breeding kink. I’ve never written one of those, and I didn’t realize how much it turned me on until just now. I suck in a breath, squeezing the head of his cock as our joined hands work his length. “You want to fill me up?” I whisper. “Give me a baby?”
His lips part and his eyes flutter closed. Oh hell yeah, he likes that thought.
“You want to fuck me so hard and so often that your seed is spilling down my thighs?” I continue, really getting into it. “You want to just cover me in your release…or maybe you want to come inside my mouth—”
R’jaal leans over and bites my shoulder, pinning me to the ground with his bite. I gasp, and at the same time that he bites me, his hips jerk against our twined grips, and he comes. His release spurts over my thighs and the front of my tunic, coating our hands even as he continues to stroke his cock. It’s like he’s determined to work every single drop out of his shaft and cover me in it, just like I was talking about.
Apparently I’m a really good dirty talker, because he’s coming a lot.
He guides his cock as he comes, running the head over my thigh as if painting me with his release, his mouth hot on the shoulder he’s clamped down on. I should be shocked with pain because his teeth are sunk in to my skin so deep I expect him to draw blood. It doesn’t hurt, though. I’m titillated by it enough that I like it. Perhaps I’ve got so much adrenaline pumping through me that I don’t feel anything, other than a constant buzzing in my head.
Or maybe that’s just his chest, purring so loud that it’s shaking me.
Fourteen
R’JAAL
R’slind continues to awe me. I knew having a mate would be beyond my wildest dreams, but I had never given much thought to what it would mean beyond resonance and making a kit. That R’slind freely touches me to give me pleasure simply because she wishes to? That she does it so unabashedly in front of the others makes it feel as if she is claiming me for her own.