Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
He and Thor are both heroes, even if Thor is being petty at the moment because he’s not getting to be the man of the immediate hour. It must be addictive, saving lives. Maybe one day I’ll have some kind of similar experience.
Doubt it, though. My survival so far has been through dumb luck and somehow being in the right place at the right time.
He thinks I was born to be caught, but I don’t agree with that. I’ve always made it very hard to catch me. All the boys who tried to date me when I was a teenager were perpetually and entirely out of luck. One of them even went on to marry my sister. I don’t like to say which one, because it upsets her. We pretend he always liked her first, one of the many little plays my family has been putting on since our father died.
Suddenly, Drako’s palm swats my pussy.
“Ow!”
“Come back to me.”
“I’m here! I haven’t moved.”
“I mean mentally,” he says.
How could he possibly have known my mind was drifting? I am not even facing him. Can he read my mind by touching my pussy? That is a crazy skill if so.
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“I’m taking this off you,” he says. “You’re not paying proper attention.”
I find myself stripped naked and put back into his lap, and his hot fingers go straight back to my pussy, one sliding inside me with a familiar touch. I feel all the muscles inside me tighten around him.
“There you are,” he says. “I can tell when your thoughts drift, because your body stops responding.”
“Oh. That makes sense,” I say, my sentence trailing off in a moan.
He toys with me until I climax, and then he slowly builds me back up to a state of tense arousal again, and he holds me there for what feels like an eternity, his finger circling my clit until I buck and beg for release. I can’t think about anything besides his touch now.
“Do you feel it?”
“Feel what?” I gasp the question.
“Feel the submission flowing through you, taking you down from your imagined heights. You want to come more than you want anything right now, don’t you. You want to feel me take complete control of you and turn your body into a vehicle of perfect pleasure.”
Fuck. Gods. He’s right. This brutal jarl knows exactly how to handle me, how to turn my body against me, how to make me crave his touch, his approval, and his release. I am held entirely captive in my own flesh while he works me into a squirming frenzy that only ends when he lifts me up and sheathes me on his cock in one long, sure stroke.
“Oh, my gods!” I squeal. The feeling of his hot, bare flesh inside me, stretching me wider than I thought I could go, is absolutely dominating me. He props me on his lap and works me on his cock, pumping his hips up inside me and keeping me still.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I moan. “Oh, my fucking gods.”
His fingers slide back over my pussy and he starts to strum my already overstimulated clit, forcing me into a writhing climax on his cock. My pussy grips him hard in undulating motions, milking him right into my bare sex. This is not good. We should be using protection. I can’t get pregnant in a world where they have absolutely no prenatal care. It’s dumb as hell. It is also, in this moment, absolutely all I want. I want him to come deep inside me. I need him to.
And he gives me everything I need, pulling me down on his cock as far as I can go, delivering his cum to the very entrance of my hungry womb. Our mutual orgasms mix and amplify one another, our bodies squirming and jolting with the aftershocks of our pleasure.
“You feel so good,” he says. “You have an absolutely perfect pussy. Do you know that?”
He’s still inside me, and I can feel him pulsing occasionally, and my pussy answering with a contraction of her own. He has bred me. I know it. I do not know if I will be pregnant, but I know what just happened to me is absolutely a breeding.
I lean my head back and relax on his shoulder, burying my face in his neck as he keeps that thick jarl cock inside me and once again, in a diabolical move, starts very, very gently playing with my clit.
“Not again,” I moan.
“Yes,” he orders softly and tenderly. “Again.”
I have no choice but to do as he tells me, to surrender my clit to his control, and to endure another shivering orgasm that I know will be sucking his seed deep into the very core of my sexual being. His cock remains inside me, staying hard by merit of my squirming.