Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I stroked her there, cupping her first to let her know I’d be gentle. I tried to talk her through it—to let her know how beautiful she was and how sweet and soft her little pussy is. Gods, it was all I could do not to lean over and bury my face between her thighs! I wanted so damn badly to taste her, but I knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.
So instead, I just parted her outer pussy lips very gently and began stroking her slippery little Goddess pearl. She was so damn wet inside, I knew that she needed it. I think I must have given her the first orgasm she’s ever had because she was fucking surprised when it hit her. Her gorgeous eyes got wide and she nearly writhed her way right off the table!
Gods, she was gasping and moaning my name and again it was all I could do not to lick up the sweet juices I could see coating the folds of her sweet pussy.
Instead, I caught her before she could fall and put her back. The second time I had her touch herself—just to prove that she could make herself feel good, too. She came again, even harder, and then I finally got to taste her pussy juice. I licked it right off her soft little fingers—couldn’t help myself. It was salty and sweet and damn near addictive—I instantly wanted more.
I have to confess, I’ve been having fantasies of tasting her pussy ever since.
I want to lay her down and kiss her everywhere, putting my mouth where my hands were last night and then finish up with my face between her thighs. I want to tease her pussy lips open with my tongue and suck that hot little Goddess pearl into my mouth while she pulls my hair and moans my name. I want to know I’m the one making her come over and over while she bucks up to meet my tongue and squeezes the sides of my face with her thighs…
Sark stopped recording abruptly for the door crashed open.
“What the—” he began, glaring at the intruder.
Baslik Le’rank was standing there, an angry look on his narrow, rat face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, glaring up at Sark. “I saw the recordings from the video surveillance of Isla’s rooms!”
Sark felt a surge of guilt—somehow during all this he had managed to forget that Isla was technically another man’s wife. In Kindred culture it was strictly forbidden to touch another male’s mate. But then he remembered the contract he had signed.
“I’m doing what you’re paying me to do,” he growled, glaring back at the smaller male. “You wanted me to make her glow, well I’m fucking trying.”
“Try harder!” Le’rank shouted.
Sark crossed his arms over his chest.
“What’s your hurry? I thought the Prince announced yesterday that the wife of your brother is pregnant with a male—which means your twin will probably be the heir.”
“Not anymore!” Le’rank’s beady eyes flashed triumphantly. “It looks like my fool of a sister-in-law is going to lose the brat my brother pumped into her. Which clears the way for me, if I can just breed Isla in time. But she has to be glowing first. It’s the only way to be sure the child I put in her will be male!”
Sark gave him a disgusted look.
“Your sympathy for your brother’s loss is really fucking overwhelming.”
“Never mind that.” Le’rank brushed the idea of sympathy aside dismissively. “I need Isla to glow so I can breed her, but she’s not glowing yet. And why? I’ll tell you why,” he went on without a pause. “It’s because you’re doing it wrong!”
“Wrong?” Sark looked at him blankly. “What in the Seven Hells are you talking about?”
“When I bought Isla from her grandmother a year ago, she told me that the way to make a Moonstone goddess glow is to stimulate her entire body, but you’re barely touching her!” Le’rank exclaimed. “How do you ever expect to make her glow when you’re not doing a damn thing to make it happen? You have to be forceful with a woman to get her motor running!”
“Forceful?” Sark felt a surge of anger as he glared at the other male. “Like pinching and twisting her nipples and jamming your fingers inside her? Is that what you mean?”
“Well yes—of course.” Le’rank frowned as though it was obvious.
“And you think that’s what turns females on?” Sark demanded. “Pinching and pulling and violation?”
Le’rank lifted his chin.
“It’s worked with every other female I’ve ever had,” he stated. “And believe me, I’ve had a few. Why, I’d had every maid and female domestic servant in the entire palace by the time I was eighteen cycles old and every one of them loved the way I gave it to them.”