Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I’m not pretending about wanting to taste your pussy, baby,” he growled. “Been wanting to do that pretty much from the first minute I met you. And I think you want to let me do it, too.”
Framing her soft, sweet little cunt with his hands, he leaned forward and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her slippery folds, making Madeline jerk and moan. Looking up, he caught her eyes with his own.
“So how about it baby—will you let me eat that soft little pussy until you come for me?” he murmured. “Can you spread wide like a good girl and let me in? Let me lick that sweet little cunt?”
At last Madeline’s walls came crashing down.
“Oh God, Grath…yes! Yes, please!” she moaned. “Please do it—please taste me!”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With a hungry growl, Grath dived in again and lapped her open with a long, loving swipe of his tongue.
“Oh…oh!” Madeline cried, arching her back. Grath felt her soft little fingers slip into his hair as she pulled him even closer. As her flavor exploded across his tongue, his cock was so hard it fucking hurt, but all he wanted to do was dive in again for another lick, tasting her from the very entrance of her soft little cunt, dragging his tongue up her slippery inner folds and over her sensitive little Goddess pearl, all the way to the top of her slit.
And then he ducked his head and did it again…and again and again…
TWENTY-SEVEN
MATTIE
Mattie felt like she might explode at any moment. It was like the erotic dream she’d had the night before was coming true—but it was so, so much better in real life!
Grath’s mouth on her was hot and wet and insistent and his tongue was marvelously talented. He seemed to want to take his time and explore every bit of her—every ridge and fold and especially her tender little clit which he sucked into his mouth and teased with his tongue periodically.
And every once in a while, he would look up, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices, and growl encouragement.
“That’s right, baby—good girl,” he told her. “Good girl to spread your pussy so nice and wide and let me lick up all your sweet cunt honey.”
His hot words, delivered in that deep, growling voice while his midnight eyes blazed into hers nearly melted Mattie into a puddle of sheer lust. She’d never had a man treat her like this before—had never been with anyone who loved tasting her so much.
Oh, she’d had a few boyfriends in the past who claimed to like going down, but none of them had ever worked her the way Grath was working her. The big Hybrid seemed completely tireless, lapping and sucking as though he couldn’t get enough of her juices. He lashed her clit with his tongue until Mattie moaned and bucked her hips, knowing she was close—so close it almost hurt.
She needed something to hold onto but she didn’t want to pull his hair too much. Somehow one of her hands found his and as their fingers entwined, Mattie squeezed desperately, holding on for dear life as she felt herself reaching the peak.
Grath squeezed back, letting her know he was with her, letting her know she could hang onto him as the pleasure peaked inside her…which at last, it did.
“Oh…Oh God! Oh Grath!” Mattie moaned breathlessly as her orgasm finally hit. It was like being pushed off the edge of a cliff and then finding that you could fly, she thought blurrily. It was the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life…
Until a moment later when he bit her.
TWENTY-EIGHT
GRATH
Grath was fucking losing himself in her scent, in her flavor. As her back arched and her soft little cunt gushed more honey for him, he eagerly lapped it up and teased her for more. Gods, how long had it been since he’d tasted a female? Far too fucking long, was the answer to that. And the fact that the female he was tasting was Madeline—the female he wanted, the female he loved—
The female you love? Watch it—don’t get carried away! a little voice in his head warned him. You know it can never be—you know you can never have her.
But that didn’t stop him from lapping her sweet, quivering pussy once more…and then driving his fangs deep into her inner thigh to inject his essence.
The act of injection was completely and utterly about possession—about laying claim to the female he was biting and marking her for his own. Grath knew he shouldn’t do it—it would only make it that much harder when he inevitably had to let her go. But he just couldn’t help himself—he wanted her too much—needed her too badly. Ruthlessly, he sank his fangs even deeper, injecting more of his essence into her bloodstream and causing her to experience multiple orgasms, one after the other in quick succession.