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)
A ragged, broken sound escaped him—something between “fuck” and her name and a prayer—that was what it sounded like to Kaitlyn. God, she loved making him moan for her!
Releasing his balls, she moved up to the very base of his shaft, where she found his Mating Fist—his Bonding Knot—already swollen and hot for her. She traced the thick bulge with the very tip of her tongue, then looked up, meeting his eyes.
“You’re so hard, husband,” she murmured, teasing him with the title she’d used during their time at Salimba Prime. “Is this all for me?”
“Every fucking inch, Mistress,” he vowed, in his low, growling voice. “All for you and no one else—ever.”
“Mmm…I like that.” Kaitlyn smiled. “Since it’s all for me, am I going to feel it inside me tonight—deep in my pussy?” Keeping her eyes locked with his, she dipped her head and gave the knot another deliberate lick. “Are you going to fill me with your thick cock, my brave Protector…my husband? Are you going to push this knot into me and tie us together?”
Braze groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. His control was visibly fraying, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
“Gods, yes, Mistress,” he rasped, his voice raw with need. “If you’ll let me, I’ll fill you all night long. Please, let me serve you with my shaft!”
“We’ll see,” Kaitlyn murmured, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
She loved this—loved the dirty talk that made him tremble and beg and ache for her. She loved the raw, unfiltered sounds he couldn’t suppress—the deep groans…the guttural curses…the breathless pleas. Each one was a testament to their new dynamic—a symphony composed by her touch and his submission. She had him right on the edge…but she wasn’t done with him yet.
She continued her leisurely torture—alternating between sucking him deep until he was shaking and pulling back to lavish attention on every sensitive inch with her lips and tongue.
Every once in a while, she reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to come yet.
“Wait until I tell you,” she murmured, holding his eyes with her own. “Hold back for me, Braze. I need you to hold back.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, his entire big body taut and shaking with the effort to obey.
“Good, that’s so good,” Kaitlyn praised him. “Just hold still for me, Braze—I’m enjoying myself.”
She learned what made his thighs tense…what made his breath catch in his throat…what made a fine sweat break out across his bare, muscular chest. She was mapping his pleasure—claiming it as her domain and she loved every second of it.
But finally, she felt a shift. The teasing was a delicious game, but she was in need too—she was aching to be filled. The memory of his thick, clever tongue sliding inside her was echoed by a demand for the real thing. She wanted to feel the formidable hardness of his huge shaft, stretching her—filling her and easing the emptiness.
She needed him inside her.
She sucked him deep once more…then pulled back, releasing him.
Braze made a wordless sound of protest that turned into a groan as she rose to her feet. She loved how tall her boots made her—they enabled her to meet his gaze almost evenly. She pointed to the couch where she had just been sitting.
“Sit,” she ordered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Without hesitation, Braze moved, lowering his big frame onto the leather cushions. He sat back, his legs spread, his raging erection pointing straight up towards the ceiling. He looked up at her, his golden eyes asking a silent question, blazing with anticipation.
Kaitlyn didn’t make him wait. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her short leather skirt and pushed it down, stepping out of it completely. The bustier and thigh-high boots were all she wore now.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap, her knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his hips. Then she braced her hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the rock-hard muscle beneath her palms.
For a moment, she just stayed there, poised above him, letting him feel the heat of her pussy hovering just over the tip of his cock. Letting them both savor the anticipation. She watched his face…saw his nostrils flare as he breathed in her scent…saw the desperate hope and desire in his eyes.
“Look at me,” she said in a low voice, meeting his gaze. “I want you to watch me take you. Every…inch.”
“Fuck! Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips— his touch feather-light, waiting for her to take him—to fuck him.
Kaitlyn couldn’t wait anymore.
Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself. The broad, slick head of his cock nudged against her entrance. She was so wet from his mouth and her own arousal that he slid in easily at first, a delicious, stretching invasion.