Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
His cock was so hard it felt like it was trying to punch through the fabric of his trousers. Pre-cum soaked the front of them—a hot, undeniable testament to his arousal.
He was being used, and he loved it. He fucking worshipped her—his Kaitlyn… his Mistress.
But the Beast in him—the part that needed to act, to please—was straining at the leash. This passive acceptance was becoming its own kind of agony. He needed to give her pleasure—he needed to make her moan for him!
His control snapped.
With a growl, his hands shot up and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft leather of her skirt. He pulled her down hard against his mouth and at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside her.
Kaitlyn cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a long, low moan.
“Braze! Oh, God…”
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He fucked her with his tongue, letting his Kindred biology answer the desperate call of her body. Luckily, he had some Lionous Kindred far back in his family tree, which made him able to do certain things even another Kindred couldn’t do.
His tongue thickened… lengthened…pushing deeper into her tight channel than any human tongue could, curling to seek that special spot he knew drove her wild.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped as he teased her. Then he pulled out to lap at her clit before sucking the sensitive bud gently between his lips. He teased it for a moment, then thrust deep inside her again, collecting her delicious honey.
Kaitlyn’s hands fisted in his hair—not pushing him away, but holding on. She moaned as she began to grind against his face again. She was riding him in earnest now==meeting each deep thrust of his tongue with a roll of her hips…chasing the pleasure of his mouth.
“Yes… oh, God, yes… just like that… your tongue… it’s so thick…” she moaned.
Braze could feel her inner muscles beginning to tremble around his invading tongue…could taste the subtle shift in her nectar as her pleasure grew and gathered.
Fuck—she’s going to come. Going to come all over my face!
There was nothing he wanted more. He redoubled his efforts, growling against her, the vibration making her gasp. He held her hips immobile now, keeping her impaled on his face as he worked her over with relentless, skilled precision. This was his service, his purpose, and his deepest desire all rolled int one and he couldn’t fucking get enough of it.
“I…I’m going to come!” she gasped, her body going taut. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop!”
Braze had no intention of stopping. He drank her down as she came—her orgasm coming in a series of hot, pulsing waves. Her honey flooded his mouth, hot and sweet and endless, and he swallowed greedily, worshipping at the altar of her pussy.
“Braze…Braze!” she moaned.
Her cries echoed in the quiet suite—a symphony of desire and release that filled his ears and made him even hotter as she ground against him. He could feel her trembling—her grip on his hair deliciously painful—until finally, she slumped, boneless and panting, against the back of the couch.
For a moment he felt completely surrounded by her and he reveled in it—reveled in the knowledge that he had made her come so fucking hard. Then, slowly, carefully, Kaitlyn raised herself up, breaking the exquisite connection.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were dazed with pleasure as she looked down at him.
“Mmm, that was amazing,” she murmured, a smile curving the corners of her mouth.
Braze felt a surge of triumph as he gasped for air, his mouth slick with her juices, his chest heaving. He fucking loved knowing that he’d pleased his Mistress—loved being of service to her.
But the pressure in his groin was fast reaching critical mass. The visual of her coming apart on his mouth…the taste of her still on his lips…the feel of her thighs trembling and wrapped around his head—it was too, too much. He was a heartbeat away from his own explosive release and he didn’t want to come in his trousers.
He reached for the magno-tabs that kept them closed—a desperate, instinctive movement—but then Kaitlyn said,
“No.”
Her voice, though breathless, was absolute. Her hand shot out and closed over his wrist, stopping him.
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, almost crazed with need.
“Mistress, please…being of service to you gets me so fucking hot. I’m going to come!”
“You are not,” she stated, her voice filled with that delicious, stern authority. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.” She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear and her scent enveloped him anew. “You will come soon, Braze—I promise you. And it will be so much better for the waiting. But I’m not done with you yet. I want to keep you wanting, a little while longer.”
Her promise of pleasure combined with the cruel denial, sent a fresh, agonizing spike of lust straight to Braze’s already tortured cock. He didn’t mind—it was a pain he craved—a denial that felt like worship. He groaned, the sound utterly involuntary, and moved his hand away from his trousers. He forced himself to sit still, though every muscle in his body was coiled tight enough to break.