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)
54
JESSINA
But the very next day, the Need and Emptiness came back. Also, my breasts were filled with nectar when I woke, which meant Turk had to spend some time sucking them and fingering me to ease the intense sexual pain.
I didn’t mind and he didn’t seem to either. He came back after breakfast to check on me once the ship was underway and I was glad to see him.
“Well, Gurflug’s not happy about our new arrangement,” he informed me, after he sat on the bed and I crawled into his lap. “Says he ought to be setting the course himself, since he’s the ‘Head Navigator.’”
I snorted.
“Right. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more entitled asshole in my life!”
“All Galafruxians are Prima Donnas,” Turk murmured, stroking my hair. “People only put up with their bullshit because they’re usually the best Navigators around.”
“Well, not every Captain has the luxury of a Navigator who’s also really good at sucking his shaft,” I pointed out, slipping my hand down to trace the bulge in his trousers.
Turk sighed and looked down at me with amusement in his bronze eyes.
“Feeling thirsty, are you, little bird?”
“Maybe…okay, yes. Really thirsty,” I admitted. “Please, can I suck you?”
His eyes went half-lidded with desire.
“I should say no…but fuck it. Yeah, baby—you can suck me.”
I unfastened his trousers and went to work.
Afterwards, he went back to the Bridge and I continued reading on the entertainment cube he’d given me. I had found a section of ancient Rigelis Nine stories all about the Goddess and how she blessed the union of the people she had put together—in other words, Fated Mates. I found the stories—which were basically folklore—fascinating. At any rate, they helped pass the time until I got to see Turk again.
After dinner, I felt the Emptiness creeping up on me once more. And while he was initially reluctant to fill me again, I begged so hard that Turk eventually gave in.
“Gods, baby—look at you working yourself on my cock,” he growled, as he watched me impaling myself on him eagerly—sliding up and down on his thickness.
I came again but this time he managed to hold off—maybe because I had sucked him earlier. Afterwards, he licked my pussy until I came once more and then we took a shower together and went to bed.
This became a daily routine for us—in the morning, he sucked my nipples and fingered me to orgasm. That would hold me over until lunchtime, when he would come in again and let me suck him. Then, after dinner, he would allow me to work myself on his shaft—to fuck myself on him until I came. He always insisted on licking me afterwards—he swore he loved the way I tasted after I’d been riding his cock.
Once or twice he couldn’t hold back and came in me. The second time it happened, he started to pull out but I begged him not to.
“Please, Turk—I want to feel you spurting inside me—just once!” I pleaded. “It makes my pussy feel so good and creamy inside. And I’m sure I won’t get pregnant since you aren’t knotting me!”
He groaned and tightened his grip on my hips. But instead of pulling out, he pressed harder inside me and I felt every hot spurt of his cream bathing the mouth of my womb.
Feeling that made me come again, which I’m sure drew his seed deep into my womb. But I didn’t care. I knew the chances of getting pregnant without being knotted were slim—but they were still there. And if I had his child growing inside me, I was sure I wouldn’t have to get Bound to Grr. Malofice. It didn’t matter how much my stepmother tried to convince him to take me, I was positive he wouldn’t want me with another man’s baby growing in my belly.
After that, I convinced Turk to come in me more and more often. I even got him to thrust inside me—just once or twice—so I could feel what real fucking was like.
“Shouldn’t do this,” he groaned, even as he did it anyway. “Shouldn’t be fucking the little sister of my best friend!”
But I only backed up to meet him, moaning his name until I felt his cream spurting inside me.
It went on like that for almost the entire month that it took us to get back to the Imperium Galaxy. I really believed that once we got home, I would be able to convince Slade to talk to our Sire about it. Surely my big brother would understand that Turk and I were Fated Mates. He had waited years to claim his own Fated Mate—he would surely be able to talk some sense into Father.
Of course, I had no idea how the Binding Contract could be dissolved—such things were usually legally binding. But maybe once Grr. Malofice learned that I had been in Deep Space with another man for over two months, he would decide he didn’t want me anymore and dissolve the contract himself.