Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
"Are you sure you're all right?" Sophie's hands are all over me, running down my chest and on my arm. It distracts me, and very quickly my thoughts turn to mating instead of her pet.
When her hand moves over my hip, I cover it with my own and rub her skin with my thumb. "I'm better now that I'm alone with you."
Her mouth works and her eyes dilate at the sound of my voice, a little thing I've noticed means she's aroused. But she makes a noise of protest in her throat and shakes her head. "We need to talk first."
"We do?" I brush her hair back from her neck. Fran's given her several new tunics, all of them tight fitting and with lovely patterns that show off her breasts and trim waist, but they're also a bit of a pain to unfasten. I fuss with the auto-fastener at the back of her neck, relieved when it chimes and finally begins to unzip. "How about you talk and I listen while I touch you?"
"I…" She moans when I peel her clothing back, brushing over a nipple. "I like that idea, but…this is important, Jerrok."
I lean down and press my mouth to hers, lightly. "I will listen. I promise."
Her lips nip at mine, and she lets out a happy little sigh, as if tasting me makes her feel better. Then she takes my hand and heads toward the bed…and pauses at the sight of Sleipnir sprawled out. There's a couch on the other side of the room, and she steers me toward it instead. "We can talk as easily over here."
I sit on one end and when she tries to sit next to me, I tug her into my lap.
"Your legs," she protests.
"They're fine. The circuits are going to twitch whether or not you're on me, and I'd rather have you on me." I slide my hand into the gaping front of her tunic and kiss her neck even as I caress her breast. "Tell me what you wished to say."
She lets out a trembling little sigh as I find her nipple. "Well, it's hard to concentrate when you're touching me like that." Her arm slides around my neck and she leans fully into my touch. "Oh, but I don't want to tell you to stop."
I let out a pleased rumble, my hand sliding between her thighs. "Then I won't stop."
Sophie whimpers as I kiss her neck, my fingers gliding over the folds of her cunt. She's so wet for me already, slick and hot and needy. Her hips rock instinctively when I dip the tip of a finger into her core, my teeth scoring the sensitive skin on her collar.
"Look at how beautiful you are," I tell her as I push my finger deeper. "My beautiful Sophie. I've waited for this moment all day long."
"Jerrok," she pants, her fingers clawing at my tunic as I begin to work her pretty cunt. "Jerrok…"
"Yes, love? I'm listening."
She shudders against my touch, making needy little sounds. "How…rich are you?"
How rich am I? That makes me pause. Why is she asking?
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So focused on making my mate feel good, it takes a moment for her question to register in my mind.
How rich am I?
I shake my head. "Does it matter?" My thoughts are purely on Sophie, on the cunt that tightens around my fingers reflexively. I know she likes a finger deep inside her, but she likes her clit being stroked the best, so I rub my thumb against it as I nuzzle against her teats. "Credits are not important to me."
She arches against my hand, squirming. Her hands cling to my shoulders as I pleasure her, loving the sound of her panting. I can endure being around others on the Jabberwock as long as I get to do this every night. When we shut the door to our room, it feels like just her and I again, alone on my station, and there is nothing I want more than to make her feel good.
"Jerrok," she whines, utterly lost as she rocks harder against my fingers, desperate to come. "You—you're—distracting—me—"
Good. I want her to lose control. I push my face against her bared skin, licking at the slopes of her teats as she bounces on my hand. "Come for me, Sophie. Let me make you feel good."
With a cry and a shudder, her cunt spasms and she stiffens. I work her harder, determined to wring out every last bit of pleasure and to make the orgasm last as long as possible. With a little cry, she finally collapses against me, utterly spent, and I run my fingers through her slick folds, pleased I made her come so hard. Every time I make her come, it's like a keffing gift.
I pull my hand free from her clothing and lick my fingers, tasting her. "Good girl."