Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Please, Finn!” I moaned, my thighs spreading wider as I bucked my hips again. “Please, I need you.”
A groan was torn from Finn’s throat.
“God, Goldie…can’t wait anymore.”
At last, he lowered his head and finally—finally—dragged his tongue up my slit, starting at the bottom and going all the way up.
“Oh God…yes,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as pleasure rushed through me.
As I had told Ronan earlier, I can’t take pleasure without giving it. As the intense sensations sparked through me, they jumped between us and the two Weres felt what I was feeling, too.
“Fuck!” Ronan growled. “What the fuck is that?”
“That is what…what being with a Succubus is like,” I panted. “If you make me feel it, you’re going to feel it too.”
“Goddamn.” Ronan’s deep voice was hoarse. “Do it again, Finn—lick her soft little pussy again.”
Finn didn’t have to be asked twice. He groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted—like he never wanted to stop—and then he went back to work. His tongue was broad, hot, and slow…just the way Ronan had said. He licked me again, then again, building a rhythm that made my hips roll to push my pussy up against his mouth.
“Good, that’s good, Finn.” Ronan’s voice was rough with desire. “Now do it again…but on the next pass, flick the tip of your tongue over her clit. Lightly.”
Finn obeyed, licking deep, then flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I cried out—sharp and high, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders.
“Yes! Just like that,” I gasped. God, for a beginner he was excellent at this! I had the feeling it was something he’d been dreaming of for a long time. I had heard that Weres loved to taste their women—that they were especially good at it too. Everything I was feeling seemed to indicate the rumor was all true.
My pleasure rolled through all three of us and I could feel Ronan’s big body getting tense beside me. He leaned down to suck one of my nipples again as he tugged the other one.
Meanwhile, Finn did it again—lick, flick, circle. He was learning fast—picking up my reactions like a good student, adjusting every stroke based on the way I moaned, the way my body arched for him. And of course, my pleasure was a good teacher—when I felt good, he felt good too. So it was easy for him to know exactly which moves pleased me the most.
“Use your lips,” Ronan instructed, letting my nipple slip from his mouth for a minute. “Suck on that little bud—soft at first. Then firmer. Make her feel like you need to be there.”
Finn sealed his mouth over me and began to suck—gently, then with more pressure. Pleasure jolted through me like lightning. I felt my orgasm building—tight and hot and unstoppable, curling in my belly like a storm ready to break. Oh Goddess, when it happened I was going to come so hard.
“That’s it, I can feel it—you’re doing it right,” Ronan growled as my pleasure pulsed through all of us. “Now push your tongue deep—fuck her with it. Let her ride your mouth. Let her use you.”
Finn groaned into me again—whether from lust or from being told what to do, I wasn’t sure—but he obeyed. His tongue slid into me, thick and hot and so eager it made my toes curl. He thrust it in and out slowly, then faster, letting me grind against his mouth, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. My fingers had found their way into his hair and I was pulling hard—but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I felt his pleasure at the small act of violence. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who didn’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.
“Oh God—Finn—don’t stop—I’m—I’m—”
But I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My orgasm tore through me, shattering every nerve ending as I came with a loud, helpless cry. My back bowed off the blankets, my thighs clamped around Finn’s head, and I shook while wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
It was crashing through my guys, too. I could feel Finn’s orgasm, echoing my own and then Ronan growled,
“Fuck—gonna cum!” at the same time.
Finn didn’t stop, though—not until I tugged gently at his hair, finally too sensitive to take any more.
“Please,” I gasped. “Oh God, that was good, Finn but I can’t…can’t take it!”
He looked up at me with wet lips and wide, dazed eyes.
“You want me to stop?”
“Just for now.”
I stroked his hair lovingly. He’d tasted me so well and I was still trembling, flushed and panting—full in a way that wasn’t just physical.
Ronan was watching me like he didn’t know whether to kiss me or claim me. His jaw was clenched, his golden eyes glowing with heat even though I had felt him come.