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)
“If…if you really want to,” I whispered.
“Then lay back, baby—just let me take care of you,” he murmured. His eyes were lazy with lust as he helped me relax back against the thick mattress—the leaves that made up its cover felt cool against my back.
Then Sark knelt before me and leaned down.
I thought he would begin to lick my pussy at once. Instead, however, he began by stroking his tongue up my inner thighs, cleaning away the sticky honey I had already spilled.
“Mmm…” he murmured, looking up at me after he’d cleaned all of my right thigh with long laps of his tongue. “Sweet and salty too. Fucking delicious, baby.”
“Th-thank you,” I whispered breathlessly as Sark began cleaning my other thigh. I was glad that he liked the taste of the honey my body was making because just the feeling of his tongue on my sensitive skin was coaxing my body to make more. I could feel it welling from the mouth of my pussy, nearly ready to overflow.
Just before it did, however, Sark reached my center. With a low groan, he started at my pussy mouth and lapped upward, spreading my outer lips with his tongue and sliding over my Goddess pearl, tasting my pussy for the first time.
“Gods, baby, you taste so fucking good!” he groaned and then went to work in earnest, lapping and sucking me.
At first I was afraid I might be too sensitive, even for his tongue, but Sark soon put that fear to rest. I felt nothing but pleasure as it glided over my swollen folds.
I tried to hold still for him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t seem to help myself—every time his hot tongue slid over my Goddess pearl, I moaned and bucked my hips up to meet him. And I found that somehow my fingers had become tangled in his thick black hair and I was tugging at him, pulling him forward and urging him on.
When I realized what I was doing, I made myself stop and put my hands down by my sides. But then Start stopped licking and looked up at me.
“Why did you stop pulling my hair?” he asked hoarsely.
“Oh, I thought I might be, er, hurting you,” I said hesitantly. “Was I?”
“A little,” Sark growled. “But it was a good kind of pain. Besides, I’d rather have pain from you than pleasure from anybody else, baby. Go on, fucking hurt me! I love to know I’m making you feel so good you can’t help yourself.”
After that, he went back to licking me and I stopped worrying about pulling his hair. I threaded my fingers through the silky black strands again, tugging him closer as I bucked my hips to meet his tongue.
I could feel my pleasure building, just as it had the night he had first truly touched me. Moaning, I arched my back, willing to let it overtake me. I could feel my pussy gushing honey and my breasts were still dripping nectar, I felt ready to explode all over, if only the pleasure of his tongue on me would continue!
But it was getting intense, almost too intense to bear. Though his tongue was soft, the sensations it was causing in me were sharp and jagged. I began to want to get away from the pleasure, even though I knew I needed it—needed to come.
When I began twitching my hips to this side or that, Sark stopped licking and looked up with a frown.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You want me to stop?”
“No!” I exclaimed. “No, Sark—I need to come. I just can’t…it’s the Third Sign—it’s made me so sensitive I can barely stand to hold still! Even though I know I need to,” I added. “Otherwise the flow of nectar and honey will never stop and Baslik will know that I’m near my glowing.”
Sark frowned.
“What do you want me to do? I can’t just hold you down—”
“Yes!” I interrupted him. “Yes, Sark—hold me down. Hold me in place and lick me until I come for you.”
His frown deepened.
“No, baby—you’ve had enough abuse. I’m not going to hold you down or force you to do anything.”
“But I can’t hold still myself!” I felt like I might cry. “Please, Sark, I need your help!”
“Hold onto my hand then. Here.” He offered me his left hand and entwined his long fingers with mine. Then he hooked my legs over his broad shoulders and looked up at me. “Gonna finish it now, sweetheart,” he growled hoarsely. “Gonna make you come—all right?”
“All…all right,” I whispered.
And then he leaned down again and parted my swollen pussy lips with his tongue.
I moaned and writhed under his tongue as he began to bathe my Goddess Pearl. How could I bear the pleasure? It was so intense and my body was already trying to get away from the sharpness of it.