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)
She squeezes around me.
Whimpers. Her face screws up and then she's arching against me, meeting my rough strokes with equally frantic thrusts of her hips. The slaps of our bodies coming together are obscenely loud, but I love it. I love recognizing the signs of her oncoming release, now that I have made her come twice, and I quickly lick my thumb to wet it and replace it on her clit as I hammer into her.
The sound that Maeve makes is high pitched and glorious, and her cunt spasms so tightly around me that I gasp. My sac tightens and I spurt once. Twice.
Then it is as if a dam has been released. My control crumbles, and I make a choked groan of my own as I fill the plas with my release, driving into her until my legs give out and I collapse on top of her, utterly sated and spent and so, so very pleased with myself.
CHAPTER
SIXTY-THREE
MAEVE
Well now, that was absolutely delightful. More than delightful, I decide. It was life-changing. I've never come so hard or so repeatedly with a partner, which says a lot about my choices in men. But that was definitely worth the trouble, and I'm so glad we decided to chuck caution to the wind and just fuck each other.
It makes him far more tolerable in my eyes. I can put up with his bitching and high-maintenance needs if he fucks the hell out of me every night.
Zhur peels off of me with a groan, getting to his feet to dispose of the plas-film and to clean up. With a drowsy sigh, I stretch my arms over my head and smack my lips. I feel like a puddle of goo, but in the best way. I don't think I've been this relaxed since, well, Earth.
He returns to my side with a warm cloth and holds it out to me. "So you can clean up."
I take it from him with a smile, wondering if I have whisker-burn all over my body. "I appreciate it."
"I am also going to suggest that you watch the educational vids that I did. They will have names for a lot of your anatomy since you seem to be lacking in that area."
My jaw drops and I stare at him. He...he cannot be serious. Already he's ruining the moment? "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your inside parts," Zhur comments. "I do not mean to insult. I thought you might wish to know more about your own body. I would certainly want to know about mine."
"I know about mine, you ninny!" I'm tempted to fling this wet towel right into his smug cat face. "You can't ask me about an anatomy lesson when I'm being fingered to death. My brain isn't going to work right!"
"If you say so." He arches his brows at me. "I trust you found me a skilled partner?"
Even the way he says that sounds overly smug, and I'm tempted to kick him out to the barn again. "Your personality still needs some work," I grump. "If you'd remain silent, you'd probably be my favorite partner, but since you won't, it knocks you down several pegs to just average."
He snorts with amusement. "You were not making 'just average' noises a few moments ago."
I put my hand to my forehead. "Please. Just stop talking. You're killing the mood here."
"Fine. I shall speak of something else." He pauses, thinking, and then says, "Do you suppose Nassakth's farm is far from here?"
"I don't know."
"You do not know of his wife? I thought you knew of everyone?"
"I don't know everyone on the planet, no. Not everyone hangs out in town. Some people just don't want to be bothered, like my neighbor. I haven't seen many praxiians so I'm guessing he's one of the latter."
"Do you think he would entertain visitors?" He strokes his whiskers as he thinks, bare naked and standing in the center of the floor. His cock is still flushed with bloodflow and half-hard, and it makes my thoughts veer off in rather pleasant directions.
Are we seriously back on this? "What happened to laying low?"
He moves to the bed and takes the cloth from me since I'm just holding it. "I should, yes, but I think I would never forgive myself if I did not at least attempt to meet him. I can go in disguise so he does not recognize me. It's just...this is the most exciting thing, Maeve. Nassakth. The scourge of Askorthi Prime. He is legendary."
Zhur puts a hand on my leg and pushes them open, gently bathing my still-throbbing pussy with the towel. Oh. I've never had a man do this for me post-sex. It's always been awkward and involved someone fleeing the bed (usually me) as quickly as possible. But Zhur taking care of me is distracting. Maybe that's why I answer the way I do. "We'll see. I can't promise anything."