Page 54 of Stolen Slave

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He tasted like vanilla chai. Sweet and spicy, and I couldn’t get enough. Especially when he dug his fingers into my hair and started massaging my scalp.

I ran my tongue around his top cock, savoring his flavor before gently sucking again. Each time I did, there was more to drink. It didn’t shoot out like when he squeezed himself. I had to use a decent amount of suction, like using a small straw, but it was never-ending. And I didn’t mind. It tasted better than the oatmeal.

The more I drank, though, the more I throbbed between my legs. The orgasm he’d given me had been amazing. But I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. He could bend me over, take me against the wall, let me ride him...I didn’t care which so long as I could feel him inside of me.

Releasing his cock with one last pull, I looked up at him.

His expression, as he released his hold on my hair, reflected the hunger I felt. He petted my head and growled something I couldn’t understand but really wished I could.

Standing, I closed my hand around his length and squeezed that growing bulge so a shot of his delicious come hit me in the hip.

“Make me feel pretty, Khorahn.”

He growled roughly, and his hand replaced mine. I turned as he retreated a step and glanced over my shoulder as he liberally peppered my backside.

His fingers felt good on my skin, feeding my need to be touched by him and my hunger for more with each circular pass of his palm. When he coated his hand again and slipped between my cheeks, I groaned and bent forward a bit. His arm circled around my shoulders to support me, and I shivered when the pad of his finger circled what had recently been invaded.

I didn’t know what was going on with me, but I was so desperate for the same pressure there—from him, not his machine—that I clutched his forearm and arched into his touch.

He growled again. It wasn’t the same measured low and slow cadence he’d used before. He didn’t sound angry by any means. More like praising. Or maybe that was just my horny imagination.

To my disappointment, he removed his hand and continued down my legs.

When he turned me, my pout only lasted until he was rubbing my breasts. And when he passed by my folds, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Eager, I waited for him to reach my feet then tugged on his hand to lead him to the bench. I could hear the humor in his broken growl as I pushed him back to sit and climbed into his lap, facing him. He stroked a finger over my cheek and welcomed my brief kiss that I used as a distraction to move closer.

His hands gripped my hips, stopping me.

“Touch me here,” I said, catching his wrist when he would have reached between us.

Needing more than another clit-rub, I brought his hand to my breast and got him to play with my nipple again. The way he lightly pinched and pulled sent zings straight to my core, and I loved it.

Once he was busy, I gripped his swollen length and aligned myself.

He said something but didn’t stop me from lowering myself onto his length. The feel of his tip penetrating me brought a groan to my lips.

“You feel so good,” I said, setting a hand on his shoulder and hooking my feet back over his thighs so I had leverage.

Slowly, I worked more of him into me. The bulge stretched me and fought to breach my passage, but once it was in, it felt like heaven. I cautiously pressed down until our hips connected.

“This,” I breathed. “I needed this.”

I started to move, rotating my hips and moving up and down until I found all the right angles. My core clenched, and I felt something hit inside of me. With my eyes rolling back, my breath caught as I repeated the clench and got the same result. The impact of his shot short-circuited my thinking beyond one simple need.

More.

I started to ride him hard, clenching my core for the stimulation while grinding my clit into him. My pulse thundered in my ears. His fingers twitched against my hips. His teeth scraped my shoulder. My breast. He suckled me hard there, sending me over the edge.

Each pulse of my orgasm triggered another shot, which triggered another pulse.

It just kept going.

Even after I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Even after I could feel the wetness of his continuous release between us. I just kept coming.

Light flashed in my peripheral, and darkness closed in rapidly.

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