Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby—look at you!” I growl in her ear. “Look how hot you are when you pet your little pussy and make yourself come. That’s a good girl—come for me—come hard!”
“I am…I’m coming!” she nearly wails, writhing against me. “Oh, why does it feel so good?” she gasps, as she collapses back against me, panting.
“Probably because it’s your first time—the first time you let yourself reach the peak.”
Reaching down, I pull her hand out of her panties. Her fingers glisten with her juices and her scent is so strong and delicious it makes me fucking dizzy.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks, looking at me with wide eyes.
“Tasting you.” I duck my head to capture her fingers in my mouth, sucking away all her salty-sweet honey. Gods, I love her taste even more than her smell! “Fucking delicious,” I growl, when I finally let her go.
“I…you…” She looks bewildered and confused…but also intrigued. “You…you like the taste?”
“Yes, I fucking love the way you taste, Princess,” I tell her. “But right now, what I need to taste is your blood.”
Coaxing her through her first orgasm has made my throat dry as a desert and my cock is throbbing. I need to drink from her and then I need to come—in that order.
“Be a good girl and lay on your back and spread your thighs for me, Princess,” I tell her. “I need to bite you now.”
28
IRENA
I hardly know what I’m doing as I scoot off his lap and lay in the soft, cool grass beside him. Valen is quick to get between my thighs—he’s there almost before I spread them, pushing up my shift and pressing his nose and mouth to the silk of my panties.
I can’t believe what just happened—I can’t believe I touched myself for him until I reached the peak. It was the most amazing feeling—all that pleasure coursing through me. Valen was right—it is like an explosion. It felt so good I still feel dazed—maybe that’s why I don’t protest when he kisses my forbidden place through my panties.
But when he tries to pull them down, I stop him.
“No! You said you needed to drink from me. Not…not do anything else.”
“Fuck, sweetheart—I just want to taste your sweet little pussy,” he growls. Holding my eyes with his own, he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss I can feel right through my panties. “Don’t you want to let me make you feel good?”
“You said you just…just wanted to bite me,” I try to make my voice firm, though secretly, deep down inside I wish I could let him. But my chaperone has warned me often enough that once a girl allows her panties to be removed, all kinds of scandalous things can happen. Most notably, she can get pregnant. So it’s very important to keep them on.
“All right—I’m thirsty enough,” he admits. “But I’m going to want to taste your pussy sometime in the future.”
I don’t agree to this at all—but I can’t help imagining it. But before I can think of an answer, I feel a sharp pain as he sinks his fangs into my inner thigh.
The pain gives way to pleasure almost at once. I moan and buck my hips—oh Goddess, I feel like I might come again! It almost feels like now that my body knows how to find the peak, it wants to find it over and over.
“Oh…Oh, Valen!” I gasp, writhing under him.
He doesn’t answer but his fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me down as he sucks deeply. As my blood flows into him, I feel the pleasure peaking again. My nipples go tight and my whole body tenses. Oh Goddess—here I go, I really am coming hard again!
The pleasure doesn’t ebb until he finally withdraws his fangs and licks the inside of my thigh to seal the wounds he made.
“Mmm, fucking delicious, sweetheart,” he growls, licking his lips. “Your blood was so nice and hot for me. Did you just come without even touching yourself?”
I feel suddenly ashamed.
“I…I don’t know,” I mumble, looking away.
“Hey, don’t be ashamed. It’s all right to come when you need to.”
As he speaks, he lays back on the grass beside me and unfastens his trousers.
“What are you doing?” I ask, immediately alarmed.
“Relax, sweetheart—this isn’t for you. Not tonight, anyway,” he growls as he exposes his thick shaft and takes it in one big fist. “I’m just so fucking hot from watching you come, I need a release too.”
He proceeds to stroke his long, thick shaft—just like he did in the bathtub of the inn. I watch, unable to look away. At last I blurt out,
“It’s so big! How do you use it?”
“Use it?” he frowns.
“You know. On…on a woman.” I feel my cheeks getting hot as I speak. I shouldn’t be asking such a question. I shouldn’t be watching him touch himself either, but somehow I can’t look away.