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)
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Then part your legs for me and let me help you, baby.”
Nibbling her lower lip again, she does as I ask, spreading her thighs wide, which causes her emerald green nightgown to ride up, showing her sweet little pussy.
I suck in a breath at what I see—she’s already slick with moisture and her outer lips are opening on their own to show how needy she is. Poor little Princess—what she really needs is my tongue in her pussy. But since she’s shy, we’ll be starting with my fingers.
I suck the forefinger of my right hand into my mouth, making sure to coat it with saliva, since that’s what seems to draw out the magical honey residue and ease the pain and burning. Then I pull my finger from my mouth, slick and shining, ready for the task.
Irena watches with wide eyes, but doesn’t say anything. She does, however, spread her thighs a little wider—a silent invitation.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice already rough with want. "Just like that. Open for me, baby."
My first touch is feather-light—just the pads of my fingers tracing the swollen, puffy outer lips of her cunt.
She flinches, a soft gasp escaping her.
"Shhh, baby," I soothe. "Just getting you used to me." I press a little firmer, spreading her open, and slide one slick finger along her slit, from the bottom all the way up to her throbbing little clit.
A full-body shudder wracks her frame.
"Oh!" she gasps.
"See?" I murmur, circling her clit gently. "Just taking the hurt away."
I dip lower, sliding that single finger into her entrance. She's so tight, so hot, and so fucking wet—a mix of her own arousal and the magical honey’s residue. I work my finger in slowly, crooking it, feeling the tender, inflamed walls of her pussy clutch at me.
I can feel the difference in texture—the sticky-sweet magic clinging inside her. I draw my finger out, coated in a shimmering mix, and bring it to my mouth without breaking eye contact. I suck it clean, the taste of her and the honey exploding on my tongue.
"Mmm. Fucking delicious," I groan. I fucking love her flavor.
I repeat the process, sucking two fingers this time and pushing them deeper. I scissor them gently, stretching her soreness, seeking every last trace. Each time I withdraw, I suck my fingers clean, swallowing down the evidence of the magic and her growing need.
Irena’s pretty face is a mask of need now—her little white teeth biting her lower lip and her pupils wide with desire. Her hips begin to make tiny, involuntary circles, chasing the pleasure. Her breaths are shallow pants.
The pain is clearly fading, but a new kind of tension is coiling in her belly—I can see it in the flush on her chest, the desperate grip of her hands in the flower-petal comforter. And I can smell it in her scent—my curvy little Princess is getting hot and bothered—which is exactly how I want her.
But after the fourth or fifth time, when my fingers are buried deep in her pussy and she’s rocking against my hand, she lets out a broken sob.
"Valen… it's not… it's not helping enough. It still aches. Inside,” she moans.
I know what that means—she’s finally ready to open for my tongue. My cock—which has been hard since I started sucking her nipples—is now aching with desire. Gods, I can’t fucking wait to taste her!
I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean, savoring her flavor.
"Then we need to try something else, Princess," I say, my voice a low growl. "You've been so good for me. So brave. Now let me really help you."
I don't wait for permission—I move between her thighs, pushing her nightgown up to her waist. The sight of her laid bare—glistening, swollen, and utterly open for me—makes my cock throb.
"Fuck, just look at you, baby," I breathe. "So pretty. So pink and needy. Gods, I can’t wait to taste you."
I lower my head, but stop just an inch from her heat. My breath ghosts over her soaked inner pussy. She’s trembling.
I rub my hands over her inner thighs, trying to soothe her.
"This will help, Irena. I promise,” I murmur. “My tongue can get deeper—can make that ache go away." I look up the length of her body, meeting her wide, silver-green eyes. "But you have to let me. You have to open up for me, baby. Can you do that?"
She bites her lip, then gives a tiny nod.
“I…I think so.”
"Good girl," I praise her, and I don't hesitate any longer.
My first lick is a long, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit.
She jerks as though I shocked her, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.
I take a moment to savor her flavor. The taste is divine—her unique feminine, salty-sweet taste, undercut by that fading floral note. I groan against her, the vibration making her moan.