Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“You drive a hard bargain,” she jokes, even as she spreads her legs for me. One hooks around my shoulder, and she stretches on the bed as I stroke the insides of her thighs. “Lucky for you, I’m easy-going.”
“You are,” I murmur, fascinated as she opens up for me once more. Her scent washes over me, tangy and haunting. “You don’t mind me tasting you? It won’t make you anxious?”
“It’ll make me come so hard my toes curl.”
This sounds good to me. I lean in, mouth watering.
Her hand goes to my forehead and she stops me before I can put my tongue on her. “I just had a horrible thought. What if you’re allergic to me?”
Then I’ll die happy. “I’ll live on daily injections from the medic. I’ll cover myself in plas-film. I don’t care. I just know that I’m going to taste you right now and I’m going to enjoy the kef out of it.”
She moans, her hand trailing down my face and brushing over my lips. “Be careful.”
Oh, I’ll be careful. I’ll lap at her cunt with the utmost of care. I carefully open her folds with my fingers, spreading her like a flower. A pink, wet, juicy flower. My mouth waters once more, and I lean in and give her a long, slow taste, unable to wait any longer. She tastes just as good as she smells. With a ragged groan, I drag my tongue over her flushed skin, lapping up her taste. “So keffing good.”
Melody squirms against my tongue. “God, I love that you have ridges there, too.”
Ridges? On my tongue? They’ve always been there. It never occurred to me that she might like them, or find them fascinating. I have them on my cock, too, and I wonder what she thinks of that. I can’t wait to see her reaction—but first, I want to taste her for a while.
I tongue her, taking my time to savor the sensation of her softness against my mouth. Of the taste of her, the little cries she makes, of the hands that clutch frantically at me as I leisurely explore her. I head toward her clit when her cries take on a more fevered, frantic edge, and I remember that she said it was sensitive like a cockhead. I lick it experimentally, and when her hips buck, I do so with more enthusiasm. Her responses are incredible, and each burst of her flavor on my tongue makes my sac tighten in response. I don’t have to check myself to know that the head of my cock is covered with pre-cum—my trou are soaked with it.
I lavish attention on her clit, until Melody is whimpering in the way that makes my hips buck in response. She’s so responsive. I remember our first time together, and Melody was silent, all arms and legs as she held me close. I never heard these sounds from her, and I love hearing them now. I want to drink in every cry she makes, every sigh, every moan. Her hands squeeze tight on my horn-stumps, settling there and holding on as I work her with my mouth. She’s close, but she’s not there yet, and I think about what feels good for me when she touches me, and what filthy things I dream of.
So I close my mouth around her clit and suck gently.
Melody nearly comes off the bed with the force of her release. She arches up against me, crying out as the taste of her floods my mouth. Ah, kef, this is incredible. I’m going to park myself between her thighs daily, I decide. I’ll live here, with her legs on my shoulders and my mouth buried in her soft, wet cunt. I continue to lick her through her climax, until she pushes me away, her thighs quaking. “I…need…break…”
“Take all the time you need,” I coo to her, in charge of this moment and loving it. “I know just where you can rest.”
I get to my feet and undress, stripping off my clothing and tossing it aside. It smells like her cunt, which I love. I’m going to put that uniform somewhere safe and use it to jerk my cock, because I want to keep her scent forever. When I’m naked, I take the limp-with-pleasure female into my arms and sit on the side of the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and I slide her thighs apart.
“Sit on my cock,” I tell her.
Melody moans again.
“You can do it,” I encourage her, stroking her back.
“You absolute deviant,” she says, even as she lifts her hips so I can settle her on my stiff, aching cock. “Where have you been hiding all this time?”
“I’ve always been like this. I just needed to make sure you were wanting me as much as I wanted you.”