Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"You..." he groans. "Perfect....thing."
I bite back a smile and lick a long, hot stripe down the underside of his shaft. "Are you enjoying your dinner?"
His breathing grows heavy, and something tells me he's not eating. There's too much tension in his thighs, his tail flicking back and forth against the chair legs.
"You made me feel so good when you went down on me that I thought I'd return the favor," I whisper against his heated skin. "And since this is a friends-with-benefits situation, why not benefit? I'll make you come and help you relieve some stress."
His laughter huffs from above. "Kef, I could use some stress relief."
"That's what I'm here for," I joke, and then take him deep into my mouth again. He groans, shifting on the chair, and pushes deeper into my mouth with a movement of his hips. I'm fine with that. I want him to enjoy this. I like taking him deep, even if my jaw burns with the effort. He's bigger than I'm used to, and thicker, but that just means a lot more saliva. It's everywhere, all over my hands and down my chin and on his cock, but he's not complaining. With every wet, slurping sound I make, he makes a desperate little “unh” sound in his throat.
God, I love that sound.
So I chase it. I take him deeper, and if I end up coughing and rearing back a few times because I take on too much, I shake it off and get right back to things. His hand creeps to my hair, and his fingers nestle there, guiding my head. I give over some of my control and hollow my cheeks, letting him fuck my face, using me like I'm a toy. For some reason, that's incredibly sexy, too.
He hesitates, pulling me off of his cock. "Wait—"
I make an obscene slurping sound as he pulls me off, since he can't see anything. I want him to at least have the auditory experience if he can't have the visual one. Then, I nibble on the flared head of his cock and tease his now-very-tight sac. "It's very polite of you to warn me, but you can come in my mouth. You—"
Zhur groans, and before I can convince him otherwise, he's pushing his cock back into my mouth and shuttling between my lips. Well, I did say it was fine. Amused, I make a pleased humming sound in my throat and let him work his shaft deeper into my mouth. When he starts striking the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicks in, and I cough around his cock, rearing back and then going in again.
"Going...to...come," he warns me, and then the first taste of him hits my tongue. Salty and acrid, just like a human man. I'm expecting the taste, and I hum another sound of assent and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock again and give him a few quick jerks.
Zhur's sharp inhale is the warning sign, and then he explodes in my mouth, flooding my tongue with his release. It's hot and thick and plentiful, and I can't swallow it all. I can't even come close. I pull back and he continues to spill down my chin and across my front, his seed splashing all over my clothing and hands. I work him with my touch and make pleased sounds, because I love that I made him come so hard. My pussy is throbbing, my pulse racing, and I'm feeling delightful, even if I'm a bit messy at the moment. It's not an orgasm, but it doesn't need to be. Right now, it's all about him.
Above me, he lets out a ragged groan and strokes my hair back from my face. "You glorious creature, you."
I chuckle, because I'm currently splattered from nose to navel. I don't feel glorious, but I like that he enjoyed himself. "Feel better?"
"I am sufficiently distracted," he agrees, and then pushes the tablecloth aside, pulling me out from underneath. The light hits me and I grin up at him, enjoying the view of his glassy gaze and his flushed, half-hard cock that's still within kissing distance. He gazes down at me, thoughtful. "You're a good wife."
Oh. Oh dear. I don't know how I feel about that tender, husky note in his voice when he says “wife.” This isn't about feelings. This is about friends having sex together and pretending to be a married couple. I just pat his leg. "What are friends for?"
"Not that."
I laugh. Okay, I've never been in this sort of situation with a friend, either. "Finish your meal while I get a towel, and maybe if you're feeling the need for more distraction, we can do round two in a bit."
His eyes gleam with anticipation, and he takes a huge bite of meat.