Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I press one last kiss to her folds, then lick my lips. My face is soaked with her juices, but I love this part. I love the taste of her. I suck my fingers clean of her taste, my other hand going down to my cock and stroking.
She wriggles on the bed, dazed, but her glorious ass is still in the air, her thighs spread. "You going to come too, baby?"
Groaning, I run one hand over her flank, squeezing her buttock as I work my shaft. "Look at how pretty you are. How wet this cunt is for me." I slide a finger through her soaked core, wishing it was my cock pressing into her instead. I grip myself tighter, grinding my fist up and down my length. "You'd take this cock if I'd let you, wouldn't you?"
"I would," she breathes. "You could give me all of it. Sink in so deep that your balls hit my thighs. It'd feel so good, wouldn't it?"
My breath comes out in a harsh grunt, my hand shuttling over my shaft. I'm leaking heavily now, seed slipping down my length and coating my hand. "Incredible," I grit out. "You'd feel incredible."
"Mmm." She slips a hand between her thighs and touches her wet pussy, teasing it. "You'd push into me right here, wouldn't you?" And when she fingers the entrance to her body, I lose it. With a snarl, I come. Hot ropes of seed spurt out, and I aim my cock at the bed, away from Melina's soft skin. I milk myself, watching as she fingers her cunt, and nothing has ever felt so good.
Spent, I suck in deep breaths of air as she climbs off the bed. I stroke my cock once, twice, milking the last of my seed from my shaft, and she leans in to kiss me. "I'll get a towel."
Melina disappears into the bathroom and when she returns, her scent is muted, a silent sign that she has cleaned herself. She moves to my side, wiping my cock and hands clean, a little smile on her face. "I'm glad you're back," she tells me. "I have a hard time sleeping without you in the bed."
I glance over at the bed we just made a mess of. "Not this bed, I hope."
"We can strip it. I don't mind changing the sheets out." She gives me a wink. "And you can help me."
I do, because I am helpless to refuse this female anything. After she cleans me up, we strip the bed and put new linens on it. Then, Melina climbs into the bed, fluffing the pillows, and then pats the spot next to her, inviting me. I join her, and she immediately plasters herself to my front, snuggling against my bare chest and twining her bare legs with mine. My cock twitches in response to all this skin, but I force myself to ignore it. My mate wishes to cuddle, and thus we will cuddle.
I run my hand idly down her side, fascinated at how this small, soft human can wrap me around her finger so easily. How quickly I want to change, simply at the thought of her being upset at me. She has wormed her way into my heart—but no, that is not correct. Melina would sweep in, glittering in skirts and jewels, her head held high as she demanded the heart I didn't realize I had. And now that she has it, I find the thing I care about most is not power, or control, but making sure that she remains at my side, forever.
Her fingers brush over my chest. "Tell me about your life back on your world."
My heart thuds, and I try not to panic at the question. It is an innocent one, but I worry that the more she knows about me, the less she will like. "I have told you before. I am Salorian. What do you wish to know?"
She hmms, thinking for a moment. "I guess what makes a Salorian different from a drakoni. You said you're not the same, right? But to my eyes, you kinda look the same." She pats my chest quickly. "I'm not trying to insult, I'm just asking because I don't know."
I don't get offended like I used to. It's difficult to be angry when you have a sated, warm mate pressed to your chest. I trace circles on her skin, thinking. "I suppose if I am being honest with myself, the difference is in how we are raised. The drakoni are wild, desert people. Mine—the Salorians—live in the cities. The drakoni live as they like, and take mates as they please, and Salorians take no mates. Our lives are dedicated to the Salorian empire."
"Stupid question time." Melina lifts her head, gazing at me. "If you don't take mates, how are little Salorians made?"