Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I want to reassure him that he's done nothing wrong. He's done so many things so very right. "You know what? We can kiss afterward. Dick now would be lovely, thank you."
He nods, and on that note, pushes all the way into me.
CHAPTER
SIXTY-TWO
ZHUR
There is no sensation quite like the clasp of a female's tight cunt around one's cock. I tell myself that every female feels good. That every body is an excellent body. But the truth is that Maeve feels incredible. She's tight and wet and hot, and fits my cock perfectly. It's like a fist squeezing around my shaft, being inside her, and I'm starting to think that she's going to ruin me for other species.
My human wife is incredible at mating.
She makes this soft little gasping sound when I push into her, and then groans as if she's just eaten something delicious as I settle my weight. "God, that's good."
"Am I too heavy?" I ask, wanting to be courteous. I am much larger than her, after all.
"Heavy is awesome," she says with a little shake of her head. "There's no better feeling than being crushed into the mattress."
"No better feeling? You wound me. I thought I'd made you feel good earlier." Am I flirting with her? When I am balls deep inside her? And yet, I want that answer. Perhaps she needs a reminder of the orgasms I gave her, and so I reach between us and caress the apex of her pussy, teasing the clitoris there. "This does not feel better than being crushed into the mattress?"
Maeve sucks in a breath, and her body clenches around me. "You don't play fair."
"I do not. I enjoy winning." And I really enjoy the way she responded to that. I rock my hips slowly, keeping my thumb over her clit so my movements will tickle that particular spot of her anatomy. "And I very much enjoy being right. Tell me how right I am, Maeve. Tell me that when I play with your clit, it feels better than anything. Tell me how good I am at making you come."
She pants, arching her hips. "Are you going to talk me to death or fuck me?"
Oho, she thinks I talk too much? I want to burst out with laughter. This is a female that would talk to a parked air-sled if she thought it would listen. "It depends," I tease back, liking her impatience. "Are you going to tell me that I am an exceedingly skilled bed-partner? That you are glad we have done this?"
"Are you fishing for compliments? Seriously? We haven't even kissed."
"And yet you are sweaty and flushed and I have made you come twice." I pull back and then sink deep into her again, watching her reaction. Her mouth opens, the pink circle of her mouth widening as if she cannot control herself. "But if you are so focused on kissing, I will pull out my cock and we will—"
"No!" She locks her legs around my waist. "Don't you fucking dare!"
Now I am the one that is groaning, trapped between her thighs. Ah, this pretty human. She is destroying me with her enticing shoulders and clamping thighs. I want to stroke my fingers over one arm but she likes my thumb upon her clit too much. "Since you are so greedy," I manage to choke out, "I will make you come again, because you need dick."
"Yes," she pants, rocking in time with my movements. "Yes, that sounds awesome. Do that."
I lean closer to her, wanting to press her into the mattress as she claims to like, and it changes the angle that I am inside her. Suddenly her legs are pinned to her chest and I am sinking so deep with each thrust that my sac slaps against her pussy. The noise it makes is obscene, and yet the motion of it—and the feel of Maeve's clasping body sucking me deep—is tearing at my control.
I need to make her come again before I lose control. Need to.
"Look at how good you can take me," I purr-growl into her ear. "Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Is your sweet little feline stuffed full of my cock?"
She makes a choked sound that might be laughter, but as she giggles, her cunt clenches around me, and the sensation makes me crazed. It's like she's squeezing my cock with her hand even as I drive into her, and it makes me stroke into her harder, faster, deeper. Then she's not laughing, but moaning, and her hands are buried in my chest fur as she holds onto me.
I've reached a tipping point. I cannot stop, even if the world burns down around me. I thrust into her faster, moving so quickly that it's a rhythm impossible to keep up. But I don't need it to go on forever. I just need her to come, so I can lose control.