Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Go ahead, baby—fuck your soft little pussy on my cock,” he growled softly. “Take what you need from me—let me feel you working your sweet little cunt on my shaft.”
“Yes, Turk!” I panted. And then I leaned forward, pulling him almost all the way out of me, and backed up again, feeling his thickness sliding deep inside me, all the way to the hilt.
The big Brute must have had willpower of steel because even though I heard him groan low in his throat, he held perfectly still and let me fuck myself on him over and over, finally easing the empty feeling that had been tormenting me for so long.
I’ve heard it said that most women can’t come from penetration alone, but his thick shaft seemed to be rubbing something inside me that was intensely pleasurable—almost like another clit. I think it might have had something to do with the angle I was at—propped up on pillows as I was. But before I knew it, I was right on the edge of orgasm and then leaping over it.
With a cry, I shoved back hard, impaling myself to the hilt again as my inner walls trembled and squeezed, milking the thick cock inside me as I begged him silently for his cream.
“Gods damn it—are you coming?” he growled hoarsely. “Don’t do that, Jessina—I can feel you squeezing me! It’s too fucking much!”
He pulled out of me with a low cry, but not before I felt at least one hot spurt of his cream deep in my pussy. A moment later, I felt the rest of it painting my lower back and thighs as he groaned and cursed, unable to stop shooting even while I was still coming myself.
Afterwards, he got a towel and cleaned us both up. Then he made me lay on my back and spread my legs for him.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked innocently as I spread my thighs for him once more.
“You know why.” He gave me a stern look as he leaned down and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs. “To see if I came in you. Goddess, damn it!”
I looked down to see what he was cursing. Sure enough, my pussy had a trickle of cream coming from it—there could be no doubt that I’d had his cock spurting deep inside me. That first shot must have been a big one, I thought.
“Turk?” I asked anxiously, looking at his furrowed brow and the scowl on his face. “Are…are you mad at me?”
“What? No, of course not.” He looked up at me, seeming surprised. “This isn’t your fault, baby—it’s mine,” he said, nodding at my creamy pussy. “We just can’t do this again—I came way too close to knotting you and breeding you.”
“You only came in me a little bit,” I pointed out.
“That’s more than enough to get you pregnant if we’re not careful,” he growled.
I frowned.
“But…I thought I couldn’t get pregnant unless you actually knotted me.”
“That’s the way it usually goes,” he said. “But I have heard of cases where the woman got pregnant even if she wasn’t knotted.”
“Oh…all right,” I murmured. “But Turk, what if the Emptiness comes back? What if I need to be filled again?”
He sighed deeply.
“Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen. For now, it’s time to get ready for bed.”
“First I have to go out and plot the jumps for tomorrow,” I reminded him.
But Turk wouldn’t let me do anything until he took me into the shower and washed his cum out of my pussy. He took the job seriously too—kneeling in front of me and making me put one thigh on his broad shoulder so he could clean me out thoroughly.
I moaned and trembled as he slipped his long fingers deep inside me, making sure I was completely clean before finally letting me go. Only once I was clean and dry and dressed in one of his undershirts did he finally let me out onto the deserted Bridge.
I was happy to be in my element again. Sitting at the console, I put on the nav band and had the next day’s course plotted in no time. I locked it into the navigational computer so that Turk could see if anything changed—I didn’t trust Gurflug not to make some “adjustments” to my route.
And then it was time for bed. I ate a little of the cold dinner Turk had brought up for me earlier, cleaned my teeth, and crawled under the covers with the big Brute.
For the first time in days, I felt content. The Need that had been raging through me was satisfied and my body wasn’t longing for anything but hugs and cuddles.
Even if the condition was only temporary, (and I strongly suspected it was,) I was still happy to press myself against Turk’s big body and drift off to sleep.