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)
He saw the question in her eyes as he grabbed a thick pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor between her spread thighs. Then he sank down onto it, his knees finding the soft cushion, putting him exactly where he longed to be—at her feet, between her legs, his face level with her sweet little pussy.
When he leaned forward, letting his hot breath wash over her damp curls, she seemed to understand. She half-sat up, propping herself on her elbows, and looked down at him. Not with desire, but with something akin to fear and disbelief.
“Wait… is this what you mean by ‘being of service?’ You want to…”
“I want to eat your sweet little pussy until you fucking come all over my face, Mistress.”
He couldn’t keep the raw need—the sheer desperate want—out of his voice. It wasn’t just desire. All Kindred males had a biological imperative to taste the woman they loved…to drink her honey…to bond through oral intimacy. Since he’d become so attuned to Kaitlyn, that need had metastasized into a physical ache—a hollow hunger in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t just want to eat her pussy—he needed it with every fiber of his being. It was a compulsion as vital as breathing.
But Kaitlyn seemed to have a hard time believing he really meant it.
“But…” She shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “Are you sure? I mean, my ex—he never wanted to, you know, go down on me. He said it was…um, unpleasant.”
A low, possessive growl rumbled in Braze’s chest.
“I thought we already established that your ex-mate was a fucking idiot,” he snarled, the hunger inside him sharpening to a painful edge. “How could he have such a beautiful, curvy, mature Elite and not want to taste your pussy? To drink your honey?” He forced his voice to drop, into a tone of pleading reverence. “Forget about him, Mistress. Please. Just let me be of service to you tonight. That’s all I want. If you want to reward me for saving you… let me taste you. Let me have that.”
She studied his face, her eyes searching his for any hint of reluctance or duty. She found none—only stark, undeniable hunger.
“You really want to do this, don’t you?”
“More than you fucking know,” he growled, the ache inside him swelling exponentially. He could feel the radiant heat of her soft little pussy against his cheek, and he could smell her—that rich, sweet, utterly feminine scent of her desire. It made his head spin.
Gods, how he wanted her! Wanted to service her…to please her with his tongue until she came apart for him…until she let him drink her sweet honey right from the source.
At last, she nodded, a slow, tentative movement.
“Well… if you really want to…”
“I do,” he interrupted, his voice fervent. He caught her eyes with his, holding her gaze. “Watch me, Mistress. And I’ll prove it.”
Leaning forward, still holding her eyes with his, he first nuzzled his cheek against the soft mound of her curls, inhaling deeply. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips—music to his ears. Braze wrapped his strong arms around her thighs, his hands splaying over her legs, claiming her in no uncertain terms
“Open for me,” he growled, the command layered with desperate entreaty. “Open and let me kiss your soft pussy, Mistress.”
With a shuddering sigh, Kaitlyn allowed it. She let her thighs fall wider, granting him access. As her legs parted, so did her outer lips, revealing the glistening treasures within. She was already wet from his earlier attentions—her inner pussy swollen and gleaming under the soft bed chamber lights.
Braze lowered his mouth and began to kiss her.
But he didn’t dive in—he worshipped. He made love to her pussy with his mouth, kissing it the same way he would with her lips—slow, savoring, and deeply intimate.
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to her outer lips, then traced the seam of her slit with the very tip of his tongue. Her salty-sweet flavor exploded through his senses—rich and addictive. It was the taste he’d been dreaming of, and it eased the relentless ache inside him like nothing else could. A groan vibrated up from his chest as his cock throbbed, painfully hard and neglected, as he continued to kiss her.
“Oh… Oh, Braze,” Kaitlyn gasped, her head falling back as pleasure overtook her.
Braze took that as permission to deepen the kiss. He licked a long, slow trail from her entrance all the way up to the tight little pearl of her clit. Her hips bucked, a moan coming from her throat. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets and her hips moved again, seeking more.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her heated flesh, his breath a hot caress. “Give it up—let me taste all of you, baby.”
He focused on her clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue, then flicking it with quick, precise strokes. He alternated between sucking the tender bud gently into his mouth and lashing it with rhythmic pressure. Every sound she made—every gasp, every moan, every broken plea—was fuel to the fire of his need. He drank her in, his tongue delving into her entrance to gather more of her honey, humming his approval at the taste.