Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“What things?”
“You’ll see.” Without another word, she drew a breath and went under, disappearing into the water.
What now?!
Chapter thirty-five
Milk on Her Tongue
Kenji
“Tora?” The water surged around me, warm currents sliding along my waist and thighs. I felt her—her shoulder brushing my hip, her palm firm at my ankle, the precise slide of fingers working the buckle there.
What is she doing now?
I couldn’t tell if she was freeing me…or setting me up for something worse. The not-knowing burned hotter than the need in my cock.
Soon, one ankle went free, and then the other.
O-kay. She’s letting me go?
My legs floated apart in the weightless pull of the water, a slow, decadent drift that felt obscene after being locked still for so long.
Movement itself was rebellion.
My knees bent.
My toes flexed.
The shift punched straight to my cock—blood flooding down so fast it made me dizzy. The base thickened, heavy and urgent, bobbing against my thigh in the heated water. A hot, unrelenting throb built under the pierced head, sharp enough to make my jaw lock.
My cock jerked like it had just been uncaged, straining toward her, skin pulled tight, veins standing out in ridges.
The current toyed with me—slick heat curling over the head, slipping down the shaft, swirling warm around my balls like it knew exactly where I was weakest. Every inch of me begged for my Tiger—her mouth sealing over my cock, her fist milking me, her pussy taking me so deep I forgot my own name.
Pre-cum gathered at the slit, thick and glossy, refusing to fall. Under the water, it bubbled and then swelled, shivering, clinging to my cock as if it didn’t want to let go.
I lowered my head to look down at the pre-cum, making the water cover my mouth and sway near my nose. The white swollen bubble uncoiled into one long, white thread and remained at the tip.
I’m so fucking horny.
I moved my view to find my Tiger, since she hadn’t surfaced right away. Instead, she had lingered near my freed ankles, studying them and probably checking for any damage.
Tora, I already told you. . .it will take a lot to bruise me.
Under the water, her hair was a black curly halo. She looked like some mythical sea creature deciding if I was worth drowning or keeping.
A mermaid sculpted from the dark.
Beautiful.
Deadly.
Her gaze slid upward through the water and went to my cock.
Do you see the damage you have caused?
The white thread I’d spilled curled lazily between us, swaying like a tether.
Her lips parted.
She rose with the slow grace of a huntress surfacing from the deep. In seconds, her face got close to my cock and right next to the thread of pre-cum.
And then to my shock. . .she swept her tongue out and caught that twisting, twirling white milky line and swiping my cock in the process.
TORA!!
The dark, deep sound that ripped from my chest was more growl than groan.
More madness than horniness.
The beast was waking up. My whole body shook against the cuffs. I fought to lunge forward. “Suck me off. Please, Tora. Please.”
Gathering that whole thread of pre-cum into her mouth, she rose up to the surface with a splash. Water streamed down her face and her shoulders. Droplets decorated her eyes, lips, and breasts.
All I could do was stare at her like a mad man.
Next, she opened her mouth wide, and I swear the world stopped to watch.
Water spilled from her lips first—clear streams trailing over the curve of her bottom lip before falling into the bath like she was bleeding the ocean from her mouth.
Then I saw it. . .as her mouth opened wider. . .
The white on her pink tongue.
My pre-cum clinging.
Thick.
Glistening.
Not washed away by the water but standing out against it.
Sin that refused to be cleansed.
So fucking naughty, she stuck her tongue out and let it rest there for me to see, her tongue curling ever so slightly so the liquid pearls of my pre-cum rolled a little forward, threatening to spill, but not just yet.
God damn it.
My chest tightened hard enough to ache.
Blood tore through my veins, rushing south so fast my cock throbbed violently. My balls drew tight and were close to exploding.
I was seconds from snapping the cuffs just to drag her under me and cover her face with more cum. “Tora. . .get over here right. Fucking. Now.”
She tilted her head just enough for the water to shift, the motion slow, taunting. The milkiness on her tongue swelled with the movement, sliding toward the edge of her lips.
I froze.
Full of madness.
Desperate.
Demented.
And then it broke.
Dearrr Godddd. . .
The thick white line eased over her bottom lip, falling in a slow arc toward her chin. Another drop followed, escaping the corner of her mouth, tracking over the curve of her cheek.
I growled so loud I knew the whole island heard me.