Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Once she was bound with her breasts thrust out, and the pull of her muscles promising wicked pleasure, Tolcan positioned his cock back at her entrance, but this time he didn’t shove right into her, but instead slowly penetrated her inch by thick inch. When the root of his cock bumped her clit sparks of electricity slammed into her. He didn’t give her body time to become accustomed to his size again, just started fucking her in the way he’d promised.
The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on her chest. It was like water on a hot surface as it hit her skin.
“I’m going to come, Tolcan. God, I’m going to come.”
He grunted as she clenched her pussy around his erection. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing her was his ultimate goal. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, close to her ass, he pushed her legs up and pressed them to her chest. Muscles that she didn’t even know she had protested from the act, but it had him going even deeper inside of her. Curling her nails into her palms until she felt pain spear up her arms, Greta had never needed to come more than she did right now. Even after she had already gotten off it felt like she hadn’t climaxed.
“No,” Tolcan ground out. “You’ll come when I say you can, mate.” He slammed his cock inside of her so hard she was pushed up on the bed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going to go off in her at any moment.
And then he was bent over her, running his elongated canines that only emerged when he was angry or aroused, over her neck, down her collarbones, and stopped at her breasts. He bit at her flesh, caused a cry of pleasure/pain to leave her, and then licked the hurt away. He did this multiple times, and then dragged his tongue back up her throat and licked at the brand he’d given her all those months ago. Greta wanted to come, was almost there, but his languished thrusting had her on the precipice of exploding once more.
Moving his teeth and tongue down, he took root at the base of her throat, right where her shoulder and neck met, and licked over and over again along the mark on her throat. And then he really started fucking her. “Now, Greta, now you can come all over my cock.”
That was all it took for Greta to get off. She arched her head back, closed her eyes, and let out the noise she’d been holding inside. It didn’t matter that she was loud because Tolcan grunted out for more. He slammed into her and then rotated his hips against her clit, and a plethora of sensations moved though her.
Greta leaned forward for a kiss. Tolcan had the same thing in mind because he met her halfway and captured her mouth with his. Their combined flavors mixed together as they pressed their tongues against each other, and then Tolcan was thrusting into her three more times in quick, hard strokes. On the fourth thrust he buried himself all the way inside of her. The fact that she felt him swell even further, felt the way his monstrously hard body shook atop hers, and heard the deep rhythmic sound of pleasure he made, was almost enough to send Greta into another orgasm.
Seconds later he started breathing easier, and his body grew less taut above her. When his weight almost became too much for her, he rolled off. He quickly untied her hands, and even rubbed her wrists to get the blood flow to return. His hands moving across her skin were gentle and soft, and all she could do was stare at him in wonder. After several seconds he leaned down and kissed her head, and then climbed off the bed.
The bathroom in their home was off to the side. A makeshift door created from the wood they’d gathered outside, and the cloth they’d scavenged for, made up the privacy for their bathroom. She didn’t care though, because this was a palace as far as she was concerned. Greta stared at the ceiling, and the rock above her, manmade but rough and rugged in appearance. She felt deliciously sore in all the right places.
Closing her eyes and still trying to catch her breath had Greta feeling like she was almost in a trance. She didn’t even sense or hear Tolcan come back to her until the pallet dipped beside her and he pulled her over toward the hardness of his body. For several seconds they did nothing but lie there side-by-side, their breathing eventually picking up a relaxed rhythm.