Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Miranda didn’t know what to say, but her body answered for her, arching helplessly against his touch as he tugged her sensitive peaks. God, could you come just from having your nipples played with? She was definitely going to find out if he kept this up.
But the big Monstrum chose that moment to stop, much to her frustration.
“It’s time to turn over,” he rumbled, “I must do your front.”
Miranda obeyed, her stomach fluttering nervously as she bared herself fully to his gaze. Somehow lying naked on a table made her feel much more vulnerable than standing naked had.
Korrath didn’t hesitate—his hands glided over her breasts again, oil-slick and masterful, teasing her nipples until she gasped. Then he moved lower, his palms sliding over her sides…her belly…her thighs…
But when his palms slid to her inner thighs, she tensed.
“Um…I don’t know about this.”
But the big Monstrum wasn’t giving up.
“Open for me, Miranda,” he murmured, catching her eyes. “I want only to bring you pleasure. Open and let me touch you.”
Should she? Before Miranda could fully consider the question or even begin to find an answer, her muscles betrayed her. Her thighs drifted apart, opening to his gaze.
Korrath’s emerald eyes went half-lidded again.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Such a good girl to open for me and let me see your soft little pussy.”
Her whole body jolted with heat at the words. God, who knew that being called a “good girl” could turn her on so much? But it wasn’t just the words—it was his dark, velvety tone…the purr in his voice that seemed to vibrate through her whole body. And it was the look in his eyes that told her she was beautiful.
“Let me massage the most delicate part of you,” Korrath murmured. “Just relax, lovely one, and let me pleasure you.”
As he spoke, his hands stroked along her inner thighs, right up to the outer lips of her pussy, spreading the slick oil, making her gasp.
Miranda felt her hips rise instinctively, her breath catching as he stroked over her with his velvet touch. Oh God, it felt incredible!
But it was about to get better.
“Are you ready to let me give you an inner massage now?” he purred softly.
She bit her lip.
“An inner massage? What…what does that mean?”
His eyes went half-lidded again, gleaming in the dim light of the massage grotto.
“It means I am going to spread your sweet little pussy open and bring you pleasure,” he growled softly. “I will stroke you and massage your tight little Goddess pearl until you come for me.”
As he spoke, his thumbs were already rubbing her outer lips, teasing her…halfway parting her to reveal the bud of her clit, which was aching for his touch.
Miranda didn’t even stop to consider if she ought to let him or not—her body felt more alive than it had in years. It was as though the big Monstrum’s touch was activating something in her—something that had been sleeping but was now coming fully awake.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking. “Touch me—make me come!”
“Good girl.” Korrath spread her open, and one warm, furred fingertip slipped into her inner pussy and began to circle her clit. It felt like velvet—soft and slick—and she cried out as pleasure shot through her.
At the same time, another finger pressed into her, stretching her…filling her.
“Does that feel good, Miranda?” he purred, his gaze lazy with lust. “Do you like to have your pussy filled while I stroke your sweet clit?”
“Yes!” she gasped, arching her back. “Feels…incredible!”
“Mmm, but it can feel better.”
The big Monstrum slid another finger inside her, angling upward until he found a place that made her cry out, her nails clawing at the moss. Was that her G-spot? How did a Monstrum warrior know about that? Her ex had barely been able to find her clit—most of the time he missed it. He never would have found that secret spot inside. To be honest, he never even would have looked for it.
But Korrath didn’t just find the spot—he mastered it. He stroked inside her and at the same time, drew circles around her clit, building her pleasure until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh…oh, God!” Miranda moaned as her orgasm rushed over her like a warm tidal wave. The pleasure ripped through her—dizzying—overwhelming. She moaned, hips bucking, as his purr rumbled above her and his fingers teased her, pushing her higher and higher.
“That’s it, lovely one,” he murmured, still stroking her through it. “Such a good girl, coming so hard for me. I can feel how tight your little pussy is squeezing my fingers…love to make you come.”
“Oh…ohhh,” Miranda moaned as the pleasure finally eased. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her come—probably never. Martin certainly never had. And she’d never had a man handle her so masterfully—as though he knew her body as well as she did herself. It was amazing…overwhelming.