Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I bend over her, giving slow, deep thrusts now. A shuddering moan leaves her and I can tell she’s right there, at the edge, longing to be pushed over it. So, I push, bringing my hand between her breast and the table, then I lick up her spine at the same time that I pinch her nipple and give her a brutal thrust. Her cry is everything. Full of bliss, and so relieved. Her body gets tight under me for a second, then with a gasp of my name, her pussy begins to spasm around me, her body trembles, spine moving under my lips and tongue.
“Bothaki,” she sighs.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I couldn’t if I even tried. Not in this moment, because her muscles gripping me, her warmth surrounding my cock, and her sounds in my ears … it’s all too much, and just what I want. My restraint is right at its breaking point. I try to hold back, only because I’m not ready to leave the embrace of her body, but with each thrust into her, my self-control wears thinner. I feel the tension finally bleed away from Selina’s body and tell myself to slow down now, regain some type of control over myself, but then she speaks and I know that won’t happen.
“Don’t you want to come in me, fill me with your seed, Bo?”
“Selina,” I warn her.
She only laughs, in the sexiest way. In a way that sounds like she’s just received utter satisfaction and is ready for me to do the same. Even if she has to tease it out of me.
She tightens her muscles around me and I grunt.
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to fuck me, to make me come, and then fill me so I can walk around with you leaking out of me.”
Just that visual has me at the end of a suddenly very short rope. I slam into her with vicious strokes and a frantic pace. I close my eyes as I feel my body completely lose the fight and see light flash behind my closed lids as I come inside her. I drive into her and stay there, as deep as I can while my cum leaves me in spurts, with each jerk and twitch of my body. I feel her ass lift, making her take me even deeper, her pussy tightening around me as I groan her name, and she takes every drop from me.
When I’m done, I damn near collapse on top of her, all energy spent. But fear of crushing her into the table holds me up. Legs weakening, I think it’s best if I carry her to our bedroom now. I regret even feeling myself slide out of her, and her whimper tells me she does, too. I turn her over on the table and her legs wrap around me as I pick her up. Our mingled cum leaks out of her as I walk her through the house, trailing down my groin and thighs. We reach the bedroom where the darkest orange moon is now casting its light through the window. I place her on the bed gently, a complete contrast to the way I just …
What did she call it?
Ah, yes. Fucked her.
“Fuck,” I say. “I like this word.”
She laughs as I get in the bed behind her. I wrap my arm around her, putting my hand over her stomach, she moves her body even closer to mine.
“I thought you might. I would hear it whispered on Earth. It’s versatile. You can use it to interject or modify. As a descriptive word or a way to enhance something. To give someone direction—fuck off over there. When someone was mad, when someone stubbed their toe, or yeah, when some man was talking of what he’d done with his wife when my father had people over.”
“I don’t understand. Why would someone say fuck when they’re mad?”
“On Earth, it has different meanings. Words are different things. Like nouns, verbs. Selina, my name, is a noun. If I introduced you to my mother as say, The Fuck—”
I understand almost immediately that it also depends on the tone of someone’s voice when they use the word for how it gets delivered.
“Selina!”
She grins up at me. “I would never, but … are you getting the point?”
I make a face at her talk of things like verbs and nouns. “Some.”
“Add the ing on it, and you turn it into an action. A verb. Fucking. That can both be a thing we do, or, the way you modify, enhance, or interject. You can say it in happiness, sadness, or in anger.” She shrugs, blushing a bit. “In pleasure.”
“Like your wanting me to fuck you.”
I don’t even have to see her to know she probably still blushing. Despite what we just did. It makes me adore her more.