Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry—I didn’t meant to stare,” I said, still looking away. “I just…I’ve never seen a naked man before.”
“It’s okay to be curious,” Slade told me. He spread his hands. “Look if you want—I don’t mind.”
I dared to look at him again, taking in all of him this time. He was huge and naked and muscular—the sight should have frightened me out of my mind. Instead, I couldn’t help tracing the lines of his big body with my eyes. His broad shoulders and thick biceps…his muscular chest and abs…his long legs… And then, inevitably, my eyes were drawn back to his shaft.
“Why…why is it so big?” I asked, unable to help myself.
Slade rumbled a laugh.
“It’s not that big right now—it gets a lot bigger when it’s hard.”
“How hard does it get?” I asked. “And…and what does it feel like when it gets hard?”
He chuckled again and I was relieved that he didn’t seem to be in the least offended at my questions.
“Would you like to find out?” he asked.
“You mean…would I like to touch it?” I looked up at him uncertainly.
He shrugged again.
“Why not? I’m your husband—that means my body belongs to you as much as yours belongs to me. So you can touch me if you want—if you’re curious.”
As it turned out, I was curious—extremely so.
“Well…if you’re sure you don’t mind,” I began hesitantly.
“Why would I mind having your soft little hands on me?” Slade took a step closer so that he was within my reach. “Go on, Princess—do what you want with me.”
I liked the idea of his big, muscular body being mine to do what I liked with. Tentatively, I reached out a hand to grasp the long, thick shaft in front of me.
“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise as is ran my fingers over it. “Your skin is so soft here! Like flower petals.”
Slade gave another rumbling laugh.
“Don’t worry—it’ll get hard in a minute.”
As he spoke, the long shaft twitched in my fingers and actually began to grow.
“Oh my Goddess!” I exclaimed, watching as it got bigger and bigger. “When does it end?”
“When it’s all the way hard,” Slade told me. “Which is going to be very soon if you keep stroking me.”
His openness made me bold and I wrapped my fingers firmly around his thick shaft and began to stroke it up and down. As it grew, I noticed the heavy balls hanging below that I hadn’t seen earlier. I wondered how they might feel as well. Would they be as velvety soft as the skin of his shaft?
With my other hand, I reached out to cup them, only to have Slade jerk back for a moment.
“Oh, I’m sorry—did I hurt you?” I asked anxiously, looking up at him.
He gave a breathless laugh.
“No, baby—you just surprised me. That’s a really delicate area—you can touch me there, just be careful.”
“All right.” I cupped his balls again and gently rolled them in my palm.
Slade gave a low groan and his shaft got even bigger and harder in my other hand.
I continued to stroke him and caress his balls for some time. I liked the way he felt in my hands—and I liked his scent which was stronger here—male and spicy. It seemed to draw me to him.
I knew about male anatomy of course—though all my knowledge had been gleaned from forbidden romance novels that Pansy smuggled in for me from time to time. But this was my first time putting the descriptions I had read to practical use and I found I rather liked having such a big, strong male in my power.
At last his shaft seemed to get as big as it was going to—I stared at it in awe. The flaring crown reached nearly to his belly button and the knot at the base had grown even thicker.
It occurred to me, suddenly, that Slade expected to fit all of this…this monster inside of me. He thought he could cram this beast into my tight little cunny!
I stopped touching him abruptly and pulled my hands back to my lap.
Slade frowned.
“Why did you stop? Bored already?”
“No.” I shook my head. “But this…how do you expect to fit it all inside me, Slade? I mean if we…if we ever do that.” Which we never were going to because there was no way I was going to beg to have this monster crammed inside me!
“You look worried, Princess.” He reached down to cup my cheek. “Is my shaft scaring you?”
“Well, yes,” I admitted in a low voice. “It’s too big. Even if I wanted to let you do that to me—which I don’t—it couldn’t happen. There’s just no way.”
“There is a way,” Slade told me. “Remember I told you that a Brute’s body chemistry changes when he meets his Fated Mate?”
“So he can heal her, right,” I said, nodding.
“Right. So it also helps him make compounds that let her body open for him,” Slade explained.