Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
This must be what resurrection after death felt like. Safe, quiet…
Cradled.
Looked upon with adoration by a man who could do literally anything to her in that moment, and she’d be unable to resist.
“I can’t—”
“Shh, you don’t need to talk right now.” Grin in full effect, Jules, the male who never emoted, let her see far more of him than ever before. He was pleased… with her… with himself… with them. “Give yourself some time to come back.”
She didn’t know what she liked more. The magic his hand had worked inside her, or the feeling of his arms as he made her feel safe.
As he comforted her, as he whispered sweet things to her.
She’d never let another person comfort her this way. It wasn’t the way things were done in Beta Sector. It wasn’t something she’d ever known she’d needed.
And it had been entirely one-sided, for her benefit and hers only.
Not that Jules wasn’t hard. He was, the heat of his cock throbbing at her hip. The scent of his arousal tickling at her nose.
Engorged.
Testicles drawn tight to the sides of his ringed shaft.
Male desire loud and heady as it pulsated through their link.
She could feel how badly he wanted to cum, and understood that Jules denied his grinding, excruciating, ravenous need… for her benefit.
Because she had already felt too much.
His black sea of writhing sin, in all its ugliness, held itself at bay.
The face of calm, his control formidable.
Thick erection right there, purple with need, aching for touch he would not ask for.
But she could choose to give it.
After all, Jacques had taught her how to caress a man’s cock. Even Jules had put her hand on him the night before.
She could…
Dared, slipping her little hand lower, knowing nervous anticipation, a touch of fear she might disappoint. He knew sexual secrets she could not even guess at. Had just tricked her body into accepting his entire fist.
How hard could it be to pump her hand up and down his shaft?
Men enjoyed this. Jacques had made her do it so many times.
Female fingers wrapping around the base of the Beta’s ringed shaft. Veins pulsed beneath her touch when she gave him a firm upward stroke, his foreskin scrunching up his swollen glans.
Cock jumping in her fist when she moved her hand back down.
His serene expression shattered, his lips parting on a throaty groan.
“Gods, Brenya, don’t stop,” he urged, voice uneven, staring at her little hand on his leaking, throbbing dick with unadulterated obsession.
Pace more confident, her heartbeat gained speed, his excitement feeding her desire to show him she too could please him. Brenya listened intently for every hitch in his breath, indulging in the thrill of making the Beta feel good. Of leveraging her body to push him back upon the pillowed nest so she might kneel over him, both hands free to play.
Fearlessly exploring the shape of him. Jules’s every groan enticed her to grow bolder, Brenya toying with the ridges that ringed his cock, gently cupping his testicles, rolling them about gently in her palm.
A bubble of sticky precum formed on the tip, fat, gelatinous ropes that clung like glue, beading on his skin before dripping down the side of his cockhead. Brenya gathered slick from between her legs to smear over his meat. Firm pressure down his length left him panting. Using her thumb to toy with the flesh on the underside of his crown, he dribbled sticky seed like a faucet. Two hands twisting about him, and he lost another measure of his godlike control.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He stared transfixed at her fingers wringing his slick-shined dick. “You touching me, your soft hands….”
“Is it good?”
Jules’s moans grew louder, the intensity of his eyes undeniable as he reveled in the pleasure she provided. “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me, Brenya?”
“Yes.” She was shameless, unable to think beyond the pulsation of the veins under her grip and the constant dribbles of Beta semen.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Jules warned in a voice thick with desire, his hips twitching as he bucked up into her firm grip.
The desire to see it, to watch semen burst from the swollen fat head of his cock, left her salivating. “I want you to. I want to watch.”
That did him in.
An incoherent moan escaped Jules’s lips just as the first glob hit her tits. Then another and another, splattering her belly and breasts in viscous white ropes while he groaned and shunted into her fists.
It was extraordinary to behold, the fluid itself nowhere near as copious or runny as Alpha cum. But firm, sticky to the touch, as if designed to cling where it fell. She milked him for all he had, painting his cock with those slimy globs until he could take no more.