Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I nod, plucking the fur from her body. “Where are the rest of your blankets?”
“With the girls. They need them more than I do.” She eyes me with excitement. “Are you here to keep me warm?”
“Parts of you,” I agree, and get on the leather skin spread upon the ground, on my belly. My legs stick out of the front of the tent, but I do not care. Everyone knows why I am here already. Let them watch my tail thrash while I pleasure her.
“Mmm, those are my favorite parts,” Flor says. She gives me a look of anticipation as I tug on her leggings. “Where do you want me?”
“Take your leathers off and spread your legs for your mate,” I tell her, grinning as she flings her legs up and shimmies out of her leather pants. “You have been teasing me all day and I aim to show you that if you ask, you will get. I will always please my mate.”
The moment she has her leggings off, I am between her thighs. I grab her and haul her cunt toward my face, and she squeals aloud, giggling as I nuzzle her folds. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I should be quieter.”
“Should you?” Her taste is mouth-watering, and I allow myself only a brief sample before I pull away. There is something appealing about making her cry out as loud as possible. “Perhaps I want these other males to hear me pleasuring you. Perhaps they need to know that I can make you scream out my name.”
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. With a wicked smile, I lap lightly at her cunt, watching her face the whole time. I can tell the moment her playfulness shifts to hungry need. Her eyes flutter and get soft, and her lips part. I tease her clit with my tongue, using gentle, repeated licks with the flat of my tongue. “Shall I be gentle tonight, my heart?”
F’lor whimpers, her hands going to my head. She tugs my mane free from the knot she made for me this morning and then buries her fingers in it, spreading the strands over her thighs. “Mmm, I do like you gentle.”
I roll her clit with my tongue and then suck on it, teasing her. I keep my motions languid, without urgency, and stroke her leg as I ease it over my shoulder. “I could stay here all night, my pretty F’lordeliza,” I murmur against her flesh. “Would you like that?”
She makes a little noise in her throat, arching her hips against my mouth. “Please tell me you’re going to be as awesome at sex in thirty years,” she whispers. “Because if I get to have this every day for the rest of my life, I might die of happiness.”
I lift my head to run my lips over the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Then I please you? You are not sad that it is I’rec between your thighs instead of R’jaal?”
F’lor makes an irritated noise and yanks on my mane. “Are you trying to get me off or not?”
I scrape my teeth against her thigh, then lick her there. “Does it bother you if I mention his name?”
“I don’t want to think about anyone’s tongue on that pussy but yours.” She pats the tuft of fur between her thighs. “So if you keep mentioning him, I’m gonna have to take care of myself.”
And she puts a finger on my nose, pushing me back. The moment she does, her fingers go to her clit and she rubs it, hard and fast.
With a hiss, I push her hand away, replacing it with my mouth before she can react. No one touches her cunt but me. Not even her. I suck hard on her clit, and she gasps, her legs seizing up as I do. She locks them around my head and I decide she needs to ride my face as she promised. I roll onto my back, keeping her pressed to my mouth, until she is straddling me, her cunt pressing down against my mouth.
F’lor moans, her hands bracing on the furs above me. She rocks her hips down against my mouth, no longer teasing. Her need is desperate and beautiful, and for long, delicious moments, I mouth her cunt, loving each fold, teasing the nub of her clit with the tip of my tongue, and then licking down to her core. I tease her with light, delicate flicks of my tongue, until she grinds her cunt against me, whimpering for more.
“Tell me who you sit upon,” I demand, my cock throbbing in my loincloth. I reach down to grip it, squeezing tight even as she rocks against my face. “Tell me whose mouth you ride.”
“Yours,” she breathes.
“And what is my name?”
F’lor growls, realizing my game. I want her to say it, and say it loud. I want everyone in the camp to hear it. Let them know I am pleasuring my mate. Let them all know. It is something to be proud of. So I flick her clit with my tongue and then stop, waiting.