Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Oh!” she gasped, arching her back as she touched herself. “Oh, God that feels good!”
“That’s right.” Chain’s voice was a growl of lust. “You feel it now…Goddess, I can feel you feeling it. I can feel you touching yourself and it’s so damn sexy, sweetheart.”
“Ahhh…” Vicky moaned, circling her swollen clit. God, had she ever been so wet? So hot? If so, she couldn’t remember when it had been. Chain was driving her crazy and he wasn’t even touching her—he was just encouraging her to touch herself.
The red cloak had fallen open now, but Vicky found she didn’t even care. In fact, she liked the way she looked with the crimson fabric framing her skin. The sight of the big Kindred’s muscular arm covering her own as her fingers worked busily between her thighs was incredibly erotic, as was the encouragement Chain was whispering in her ear.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he was telling her. “Pet that soft little pussy—spread your legs and let yourself open up while you slide your fingers all around that hot, tight little clit.”
The dirty talk—which was another thing Kevin had been either unwilling or unable to do—was turning her on so much Vicky thought she might explode. She was getting close…so close.
“Don’t stop!” she begged Chain, her fingers flying between her thighs. “Don’t stop. Keep—keep talking to me. Keep telling me…things.”
“Things like how beautiful you are, naked and writhing on the bed with your hand between your legs?” he growled softly. “Goddess, I wish it was my tongue inside your soft little cunt instead of your fingers.”
“You…you really want to do that—to taste me—that much?” Vicky gasped, as she looked up at him.
He nodded.
“Gods, yes. I’d love to spread your legs and lap your creamy little pussy, sweetheart. Love to feel you writhe and buck up to meet my tongue and then feel you coming—gushing your honey just for me as you moan and cry and call my name…”
“Chain!” she gasped as her pleasure reached a peak at last. “Oh God, Chain!”
It was the strongest orgasm she’d had in months—maybe years—and Vicky found her back arching and her toes curling as she gasped and moaned her pleasure. It seemed to go on and on but at last she lay there panting, her head still pillowed on the big Kindred’s arm as he looked down.
“Gods, you’re lovely when you come,” he murmured, a little smile playing around his sensual mouth. “Do you feel better now, beautiful Victoria? Pain all gone?”
“Well…I guess so.” Now that the sexual fever that seemed to have taken hold of her was past, Vicky couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. It occurred to her that she still had her fingers buried in her pussy and she wasn’t quite sure how to extract them without looking incredibly awkward.
Once again the big Kindred seemed to read her emotions.
“And now you’re embarrassed again. Well don’t be,” he said to her. “After all—what do you have to be embarrassed about? You’re beautiful when you come—thank you for letting me watch.”
“I…um…I’ve never done that. Never let anyone watch before,” Vicky admitted.
“I’m not surprised—I’m sure that waste of space you had for an ex-mate never asked to watch, did he?” Chain raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively.
Vicky shook her head.
“No. Kevin just wanted to get to the, uh, main event.”
Chain’s mouth twisted into a disgusted sneer.
“What an idiot. How could he have such a beautiful woman and not want to pleasure her slowly and thoroughly? How could he never want to taste her honey?”
“Oh, um…” Vicky squirmed against him, aware all over again of the fingers still in her pussy.
“Speaking of honey, have you got some to share?”
Casually, he took Vicky’s right wrist and brought her fingers—which were still shiny with her juices—to his lips. Holding her eyes with his the entire time, he proceeded to clean her fingers thoroughly with long sweeps of his tongue. Finally he sucked her fingers into his mouth completely, as though to get every last trace of her juices, before slowly letting her go.
“Mmm…delicious.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire and Vicky was suddenly aware that his cock was hard and throbbing against her thigh.
“Oh!” She looked down at him, wondering if she ought to offer to do something. “Do you…do you need me to touch you?” she asked uncertainly. “To, uh, help you get off?”
But Chain shook his head.
“No—I’d rather wait until you’re more comfortable with me,” he murmured. “I don’t want you to touch me out of fear or out of obligation—when you first lay your hands on me, I want it to be because you can’t help yourself. Because you can’t keep your hands off me. Do you understand, Victoria?”
Vicky nodded, though she wondered at his belief that they would, in fact, get to that stage. After all, he was just going to give her a ride to the Mother Ship—right?