Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“So what?” I prodded gently.
“So…empty inside.” She turned in my arms so she was facing me, her full, bare breasts pressing against my chest. I bit back a groan as I felt her tight nipples rubbing against me. “Why do I feel that way?”
I had an idea…but I didn’t want to believe it was true. In fact, it couldn’t be true because I couldn’t be her Fated Mate, I told myself sternly. It would be wrong on so many levels.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I murmured. “And I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you with that.”
“Yes, you can!” She took my hand and before I could stop her, she pushed it down between her legs.
I groaned as I felt her soft, wet pussy fill my palm. This was wrong—so fucking wrong. And yet I had to fight to make myself pull my hand away.
But Jessina wouldn’t let me go. She clamped her thighs around my wrist and moaned in protest.
“Please, Turk—I just need you to touch me! It’s been so long since I came and I’m going crazy.”
Her words seemed to set me on fire—had I ever been so hard in my life? I didn’t fucking think so. But still, I tried to hold back.
“Little bird, you know this isn’t right,” I protested, tugging at my arm—which was well and truly trapped. Her thighs were surprisingly strong! “You know I can’t touch you like that.”
“Please!” she begged softly. “I feel like if…if I could just come, I could sleep so much better. Please, Turk—having you suck on my nipples earlier made my pussy so wet!”
Gods, she wasn’t lying. I could feel her wet warmth pressing enticingly against my fingertips. And even though I knew I shouldn’t do it, I found myself slipping my fingers inside her, sliding into her warm, wet folds to find the tight little button of her clit.
“All right, little bird,” I murmured as I began to stroke. “Just relax and stop squeezing so hard. I’ll touch you.”
“You promise?” She was already easing up on the pressure.
“I promise,” I told her. “Going to make you feel good tonight, baby. Just open for me and let me pet that sweet little pussy.”
She seemed to like my dirty talk because she spread her thighs willingly, giving me more room to work.
My throat was suddenly dry and I had the sudden urge to slide down the bed and make her come with my mouth instead of my fingers. But guilt held me back. It was bad enough that I was going to finger her soft little pussy until she came for me—I shouldn’t be thinking of licking and tasting her too! That was just fucking wrong.
So I contented myself with sliding one fingertip around and around the bud of her clit and watching her moan and writhe against me.
“More!” she begged. “Oh Turk, just like that—right there! Oh, it feels so good when you touch me like that!”
It felt pretty damn fine to me too. I had never dreamed of doing something like this with her—well, I should say I’d never let myself dream of it. Because even though I found her incredibly beautiful, I had always known she was off limits.
But now I allowed myself to watch, to listen to her breathless little moans and pants as she writhed against my hand. Goddess, she was so fucking wet and slippery—I couldn’t help wondering what she would feel like around my shaft if I sank it deep inside her. And the way she was acting now, I knew she wouldn’t try to fight me. She would probably just roll over and spread her legs for me to welcome me in…
Stop it—stop thinking like that! I warned myself. Thinking like that will only make you want to do it and you know you can’t.
Just then, Jessina started coming. I could tell by the way her thighs clamped down around my wrist again and her whole body went tense.
“Oh!” she moaned, going rigid against me. “Oh, Turk—oh, yes!”
Gods, I nearly came again, just listening to her—just watching her lose herself in the pleasure I had given her! She was so beautiful with her black hair spread over the pillows and her full breasts heaving in the dim light of the glows. So fucking gorgeous as she gave it up for me completely, calling my name over and over again…
I couldn’t resist any longer—though I had just been circling and caressing her clit earlier, I slid lower and slipped first one and then two fingers deep in her tight little entrance.
Jessina moaned again and I could feel her inner walls caressing me—tightening like she wanted to milk me for my cream. At that moment I would have done anything to have my cock inside her instead of my fingers. She was so tight and hot and wet—so desperate for pleasure. I wanted to give it to her—wanted to claim her as my own and pound into her soft, warm body as she cried my name and begged me to fill her up, to give her a creamy pussy…to knot her and breed her and make her mine forever…