Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
All this time, Andi was doing her best to keep a straight face and eating mechanically. She barely tasted the second course or the dessert—which was some kind of pie with a meaty orange fungus filling and flakey pink crust—because she was so preoccupied with what was going on under the table.
Luckily, Flow-da seemed to know something was going on, because she started talking a lot more, engaging Goodie Tight-azz in a conversation about how hard it was to be a landlady and all the different recipes that had been passed down to her from her mother and grandmother.
Meanwhile, Andi could barely sit still. She shifted in her chair again, which caused the side of her panties to come away from her pussy for just a moment. She didn’t realize the mistake until she felt a hot, wet tongue slipping beneath the fabric panel and finding the mouth of her pussy.
Oh my God! Oh no!
It was all Andi could do to hold still and not jump up. She bit back a gasp as Cade pressed the tip of his tongue deeper, lapping eagerly to taste her juices right from the source. Her only comfort was that he wasn’t quite able to reach her clit. If he had, she was certain she would have come right there at the table and since she tended to moan and gasp when she had an orgasm, that would have been extremely hard to hide.
It was difficult enough to hold still with his hot, wet tongue invading her pussy without having to conceal a screaming orgasm too!
Again, Flow-da saved the day.
“Well, that was just delicious, Goodie Tight-azz,” she remarked loudly, putting her napkin on the table and rising to her feet. “Let me help you clear the dishes.”
“No—you don’t have to bother,” the landlady said, but Flow-da insisted.
“Of course I do! You’re so kind to cook such lovely meals for us, the least I can do is help clean up. Hartford, stay,” she added, as she rose with her dinner plate and headed towards the kitchen. “And Andi, just keep eating—I can see how much you’re enjoying the miseline pie!”
“Well…all right then. I guess I could use some help.” Goodie Tight-azz rose as well, taking her own plate and the pie plate as well.
Both women walked to the kitchen, chatting, and finally leaving Andi alone, with Cade still licking her under the table.
20
CADE
Cade was full of lust—his fangs sharp and his Mating Fist throbbing at the base of his shaft. The taste of his female’s pussy was hot on his tongue—though it was annoying that there was a barrier in the way which kept him from tasting her fully. He needed more of her honey—the tiny bit he’d been able to gather wasn’t nearly enough to satiate his endless hunger for her.
Growling hoarsely, he pressed between her thighs. If only the barrier wasn’t in the way, he could lap her more fully! He wanted to drag his tongue over her pleasure button again and again—that would cause her to make more honey. Then he could thrust his tongue deep in her pussy and taste her sweetness from the source.
At first she had tried to push him away and close her thighs, but Cade hadn’t allowed it. He could smell by her hot, feminine scent how much his female needed to be tasted—how badly she needed to reach a release. As her mate, it was his job to help her. And sure enough, after a silent struggle, she had given in and spread her thighs for him, allowing him greater access to her sweet pussy.
Even now, he sensed that she was close to coming and redoubled his licking.
“Cade!” He heard her gasping his name and then her hands were in his hair.
Cade made a low sound of approval in his throat. Yes! She was caressing him as he licked her. It was a clear sign that she enjoyed the way he tasted her—as clear as the honey her pussy was making for him.
But the next moment, she was pushing him away and standing up—pulling down her skirt and hiding her sweet pussy from him. Cade frowned up at her. Why had she stopped him when she clearly needed this as much as he did?
His Manimal mind was unable to process why his mate would act this way. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and her body was sending signals that it needed to be tasted and to have a sexual release. Why would she stop him from helping her—from tasting her and making her come?
But it wasn’t just her need—it was his own hunger that drove him. Cade had never tasted anything sweeter than her cunt honey and he wanted more of it—no, he needed more! He wanted to lick her but even more, he wanted to breed her.