Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Last night, Addison had gotten even bolder. She had come into his room in the middle of the night, claiming she’d had a nightmare.
“Can I sleep with you?” she’d begged. “Please? What if the nightmare comes back?”
“All right—come here, little one.” Courick had held open the covers for her and she had climbed into bed with him and pressed against his side. She had been wearing her thinnest nightgown and smallest panties. But though she rubbed her full breasts and pussy against him, he didn’t make any move to reciprocate. He did get up and use the fresher, however. Addison was almost certain he’d been jerking off because when he came back to bed, he went right to sleep with his back turned to her.
This kind of rejection hurt—especially since she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. But the vow he had taken kept him from admitting it. If only she could find a way past the barrier the big Kindred had put between them…
That was what was on her mind on Friday as she came into Courick’s office. He was just starting a video call on the viewscreen mounted on the wall opposite his desk as she stepped in, holding a sheaf of papers for him to sign.
He was talking to Commander Sylvan—the Head of the Kindred High Council which made rules for the entire Mother Ship. Addison was about to slip out again when one of the papers she was holding—an important document she needed Courick’s signature on—slipped out of her fingers and fluttered right under his desk.
Addison bit her lip—she didn’t want the paper to get crumpled under her boss’s big boots. It was an official document that would be difficult to replace. Without thinking, she ducked her head and scurried under the desk, making sure she was out of the line of sight of Commander Sylvan on the viewscreen.
“…so the Veritans are a possibly ally and trading partners, but we have to be sure they’re a good fit for an alliance,” she could hear the Kindred Leader saying.
“I see. Yes, that makes sense,” Courick answered, shifting in his seat. This put his big boots dangerously close to the official document, which Addison snatched up quickly and put it back into its folder.
She was about to crawl back out from under the desk and get away as quickly and quietly as possible…but then she saw that Courick was hard. Even in the dim, confined space under the desk, the lump in his tight black trousers was evident.
Suddenly, Addison’s naughty side—the bratty teenager that was the other half of her little persona—came out full force. She’d been trying so hard to get Courick to acknowledge the attraction and desire between them and he’d been ignoring her! Well, she wasn’t going to let him ignore her anymore…
Putting the folder of papers to one side, she crawled between his spread thighs. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and breathed a long, hot breath against the ridge of his cock.
The effect on Courick was immediate. He shifted in his chair but Addison noticed he didn’t try to close his legs. In fact, if anything he spread them a little wider.
It was all the invitation she needed. Reaching up, she found the magno tabs that held his trousers together and unfastened them. Again, Courick didn’t try to stop her, though he shifted in his seat once more.
Encouraged by her stern boss’s inaction, Addison reached into his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard cock…which instantly came to full mast in her hands as she stroked him.
God, he was so big! She marveled at his size—he was so long and thick! She tried to fit her fingers all the way around him and found she couldn’t do it. His skin was hot and his cock was achingly hard, but the skin was soft.
Experimentally, she rubbed her cheek against it, noting that his dark, intoxicating male musk was stronger here. His hot, spicy scent was irresistible and she couldn’t help putting out her tongue to lap at the broad, flaring crown and taste the small bead of precum that had appeared at the tip.
Mmm—tastes like salted caramel! Addison licked her lips in delight and rubbed her cheek against the shaft again. She loved how hot and hard he was.
Courick shifted in his seat again but again, made no move to stop her. He was still carrying on a conversation with Commander Sylvan about some aliens in a distant galaxy that the Kindred wanted as allies, but Addison barely heard what they were saying. She was much too interested in seeing how much of the big Kindred’s massive cock she could get into her mouth at once.
It wasn’t very much—he was simply too thick. But she managed to at least get the head in her mouth so she could swirl her tongue around and around it, collecting more of his delicious salty-sweet precum.