Lycan Contempt, S. Yule [important books to read txt] 📗

moaned. “You have the most perfect mouth,”

she purred. She’d never been so wanton in her life.

He brought out urges in her she never knew existed.

She wanted to rub against him like a cat in heat, wanted to imprint him with her scent so everyone would know he was hers.

He sucked the nipple he’d been paying homage to into his mouth and curled his tongue around the turgid peak, released it, then repeated the sweet torture.

“You taste like honey, sweetheart. I could kiss your breasts and pretty nipples for hours, but there is some place else I’m dying to taste you.”

She sucked in a breath when his mouth left her breast, and the cool air hit her already stiff nipple, wet from his mouth. He kissed his way down her bely, laved her navel, then kissed her hip before trailing hot kisses over her thigh and to the tight curls of her sex.

Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue flicked over her clit then licked a slow path up her wet labia.

“Mmm. Honey here too,” he growled against her before giving her another slow lick.

“Kish!”

His tongue dove deep inside her and the pressure grew low in her bely until she thought she’d explode.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Please.” She clutched at the blanket on either side of her as his tongue flicked her clit then dove deep once again.

“Please what?”

“I want to touch you too!” She groaned through clenched teeth.

“You can touch me anytime you want, sweetheart, but this time you have to wait until I’m finished here.”

“But—oh!”

Her orgasm hit her hard and spasms rocked her body. Her hips bucked against him as he continued eating her, licking her. She thought she might pass out from the sheer pleasure he was giving her with his mouth. She shuddered as his wicked tongue coaxed every last wave of her release from her, and she lay in a boneless heap under him.

She panted as he climbed back up her body and settled between her thighs, but she had other ideas about what was going to happen next.

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed her, his tongue stroking deeply, tangling with her own. “Uh-huh, what?”

“My turn.” She shoved against his shoulders until he roled to his back, taking her with him.

She now straddled his lower abdomen while his long, thick cock nestled between her butt cheeks.

She bent and kissed his shoulder then worked her way across his chest to his nipple where she curled her tongue over the tiny peak. He groaned and she smiled against him.

“You taste pretty good yourself. I wouldn’t say like honey, but woodsy and wild.”

“Thank God I don’t taste like honey.” He laughed.

His laugh quickly turned to a low growl as she slid lower down his body. His fingers tangled in her hair and urged her down until her lips touched the tip of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and tasted the slick bead of his pre cum.

“Mmm. Salty.” She smiled against him when he grunted in response.

She circled him with one hand while placing the other against his rock hard abs to support herself.

She’d always heard the expression washboard stomach, but until this moment, never realy understood the ful meaning of it. Kish was one big, hard, sexy, predatory male, and he was al hers at the moment.

“You are so sexy.”

“Sweetheart, there is nothing sexy about my mangled body.”

She took the tip of him in her mouth then further down her throat before sucking hard as she released him.

“I beg to differ. Don’t argue with me, Kish.”

She licked the head of his cock before taking him down her throat again, and smiled when he responded, “Yes, ma’am” in a strangled voice.

He gently guided her over him with the fingers stil tunneled in her hair. She took him down her throat as deep as she could and stroked him with her hand near the base before cupping his bals and repeating the motion. His hips roled under her in encouragement, but he was careful not to be too rough. She loved that he was careful with her while holding nothing back in return. He was not one who shied away from showing his enthusiasm in the bedroom. She liked that because each grunt, growl, and gentle guidance of his fingers showed her exactly what he liked and told her how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him.

She increased the rhythm, and his breathing grew rough and uneven. Within seconds, he tugged at her, but she continued tonguing, licking, and sucking him.

He had, in an instant, become her favorite Popsicle, and she wanted to wring every last tasty drop from him.

When he yanked her up by the armpits and roled her under him face down, she cried out at the loss of him in her mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I need to be inside you when I come.”

He looped one arm under her bely and puled her ass up. Her body wept uncontrolably for him even though moments before he’d given her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. She was dancing on the precipice once again, and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched in anticipation of his welcome invasion.

“Hurry, Kish!”

He nudged her knees wider and nestled between them. He reached down and guided the tip of his thick erection to her slick opening. He rubbed the tip over her creamy slit and carefuly slid the head inside.

“So big,” she moaned against the bed.

“And you’re so damned tiny,” he rasped.

He framed her hips and pushed inside another inch.

Her muscles clamped around him and a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. She thrashed her head back and forth. She needed to take al of him, but she was beginning to wonder if he would fit in this position.

He bent over her and kissed her spine. “Easy, sweetheart. We’l take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think this is going to work, Kish,” she gasped when he slid in another inch.

Her body stretched around him almost painfuly, but at the same time,