Page 29 of Pleasured By the Panther
He lifted his head, eyes dark with lust and concern.
“I know, lovely one—your pussy needs me now.”
Her whole body went molten at his words. No shame, no hesitation—just raw hunger.
“You’re sure you want to?” she whispered.
“Of course. But you’ll have to let me in, Miranda,” he rumbled, his deep voice gravel and silk all at once. “I’ll need to get my tongue deep inside you and clean out every drop of the pleasure bloom’s cream. It may take a long time and I may need to make you come to help your body release it. Can you spread your thighs and be a good girl for me?”
Her whole body felt hot and needy and his deep, rumbling voice telling her exactly what he was going to do to her made her even hotter. Her legs trembled as they fell open on their own.
“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please. Do it.”
Korrath’s mouth curved in a hot, wicked smile.
“Good girl. Then let me in.”
19
MIRANDA
Miranda lay back on the living bed, her chest heaving, as Korrath settled between her spread thighs. His big hands cupped her legs, warm and sure, urging her to open wider than she thought she could bear. She arched her back, every nerve alive with need.
“Gods, you’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice a low purr that vibrated through her. His emerald eyes glowed with desire “All spread out for me…your little pussy so swollen and needy.”
Her face burned as a mixture of shame and desire filled her.
“Korrath…please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Shhh,” he rumbled. “I’ll take care of you, lovely one—I’ll make you come. But first I need to taste every inch of you.”
He bent and pressed a hot, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh. Miranda gasped. His mouth was soft but insistent, and when he dragged the rough velvet of his tongue up over her sensitive skin, her whole body shivered.
“Ohhh…” she whispered.
“That’s it,” he growled against her flesh. “I love the way you tremble for me.” He licked higher, closer, until his hot breath tickled her outer lips. Then he kissed her there—right on her swollen mound—sending a shock of heat through her.
Miranda moaned, clutching at the tangled vines of the mattress beneath her. No man had ever kissed her pussy like this. Martin had never wanted to, never enjoyed it. But Korrath… Korrath kissed her as though he was worshiping her.
“You smell incredible,” he rumbled, rubbing his cheek against her neatly trimmed curls. “So sweet…so ripe. I could breathe you in forever.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, arching her back. The sensations of his mouth against her swollen pussy was so intense. Her thighs tried to close, but his big hands held her open.
“Don’t hide from me,” he growled softly. “I want to taste you everywhere.”
He kissed one outer lip, then the other, slow and thorough, making her squirm. Each press of his mouth left her wetter and needier until the ache in her clit was almost unbearable. He nipped softly at her swollen flesh, then soothed the sting with a broad lick of his tongue.
Her hips jerked helplessly.
“Korrath…please…”
He lifted his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Are you ready for me to spread you open and give your sweet pussy a proper tongue bath?”
His low, dirty words made her entire body flush with heat. She bit her lip, nodding shakily.
“Yes. Please—I need it.”
