Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“I think it’s more what I can do for you,” she informed him. “You see, I know you’ve forgotten this, but you told me once that you had a condition called ‘the Thirst’ that made you want to…want to taste women between their legs.”
Her voice wavered just a little and he could see her nervousness under the seductive attitude she was projecting but Brax didn’t mind—he found her adorable. And she definitely had his attention, mentioning the Thirst.
“Well yes, I do have the Thirst,” he growled softly. He raised his eyebrows. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty fucking thirsty right now.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” She gave him a look and spread her thighs. “That is, if you’d like me to.”
Brax looked at her directly.
“Are you offering to let me taste you, little Mistress? Even though I don’t remember you?”
“That’s exactly what I’m offering.” She spread a little wider and stroked one finger along the cleft of her pussy. There was a definite wet patch forming on the white lace of her skimpy little panties. “I understand that you don’t remember me but I’d like to have one more sweet memory of you before you go. So…would you care to taste me?”
Brax couldn’t hold back any longer. Her soft little pussy, which was barely hidden behind the white lace, was calling to him. Her sweet, feminine scent was intoxicating and his mouth was watering to taste her honey.
“Gods, little Mistress,” he growled. “Yes, I’d like to taste you! How do you want me? On my knees?”
She shook her head and rose from the couch.
“I want to try it a different way. Come with me.”
She led him back to the bedroom she’d been in earlier and directed him to lay on his back on the large bed.
Wondering what she had in mind, Brax complied. He was still wearing the outfit he’d “woken up” in—tight black leather trousers and a black leather harness criss-crossed over his bare chest. He kicked off the leather boots though, so as not to dirty the bedspread.
“All right, little Mistress,” he said, nodding at her. “I’m here where you want me. No how do you want to do this?”
“Like this.” She climbed on the bed with him and straddled him. But she was facing towards his feet.
Brax didn’t care though—he just loved looking up and seeing her soft little pussy almost in his face. The lace panties were soaking and nearly see-through—he could clearly see the outline of her plump outer pussy lips and even a hint of her sweet little clit, peaking out and begging for attention. But she was kneeling over him, not quite touching, and he wanted her closer—much fucking closer.
“Come down, little Mistress,” he urged, tugging at her hips. “Come down and let me taste you.” He wanted to lick her through those thin lace panties and then push them aside with his tongue to taste her sweet, bare pussy. Gods, his cock was aching just thinking about it!
“I will. But first…” She leaned over him and Brax was startled to feel her soft little hands releasing the magno-tabs that held his trousers closed.
“Hey—what are you doing?” he asked.
“This…” And she reached inside and pulled out his cock. He was already rock-hard from smelling her sweet scent and looking at her pussy and he felt himself throb at her gentle touch. Then something warm and wet was caressing the aching head of his shaft.
Startled and intrigued, Brax looked down between his legs and saw that she was leaning over with his cock in her mouth. Of course, she couldn’t fit much of it between her sweet lips because he was so much bigger than her, but she was doing an excellent job of sucking the head and swirling her little pink tongue around and around his aching shaft.
“Gods, little Mistress—what are you doing to me?” he groaned. And why did he seem to remember her doing it before? He had a faint memory of her asking him to come in his mouth—could that be real? Surely not, but maybe…
She stopped licking and sucking his shaft like a Brellian lollypop long enough to answer primly,
“I’m sucking you to get your cream. And you can lick me at the same time. Whoever makes the other one come first wins.”
“Oh? And what do I win? What’s the prize?” Brax demanded. Goddess, he’d never imagined himself being in this position. The curvy little Mistress was driving him fucking crazy and he wanted more!
“You’ll see.” She gave a low, musical laugh. “So do you want to play with me or not?”
“You know I fucking do,” Brax growled. “But you have to come down for me to lick you—and I mean all the way down. I want to get my tongue deep in this tight little pussy.” And he squeezed her full hips, urging her down to let her know he meant it.