Page 30 of Pleasured By the Panther
“Good girl,” he purred, his voice so deep it thrummed through her. “Then let me open you—let me see all of you.”
His thumbs stroked over her outer lips, parting her gently. Cool air kissed her bare inner flesh, so swollen and wet it gleamed.
Miranda moaned in embarrassment and need, her face flaming. She was so wet…so swollen with need. God, she’d never felt so sexually desperate before!
But Korrath seemed to love what he saw.
“Gods,” he groaned reverently. “Look at you, Miranda—so pretty…so wet. Your little cunt looks like a ripe fruit just waiting to be tasted.”
Then he bent his head and licked her—slow and deliberate. His tongue slid up from her entrance to her clit, leaving her gasping, her back arching.
“Ahhh! Oh God!” she panted.
“Mmm,” he growled, licking her again, rough velvet dragging over her sensitive flesh. “You taste so good, lovely one. So sweet and salty…delicious.”
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, then dipped lower… thrusting deep into her slick pussy with a hot, wet stroke.
“Ahhh! Korrath!” she cried out, bucking against him. Her hands found his fur, tugging insistently, begging for more.
“Yes,” he growled, his tongue plunging deep again, lapping inside her. “Grip me, lovely one. Milk my tongue. Let me feel how hungry your little pussy is!”
She whimpered, helpless, as his tongue fucked her, stroking her inner walls, spreading heat through every nerve. No man had ever done this to her—not really. Martin’s hesitant licks had been nothing—a cold, awkward chore. But Korrath devoured her—his tongue stroking deep—pulling sounds out of her she hadn’t known she could make.
When he pulled back at last, she sobbed with need—only to feel his hot mouth close around her clit. He sucked her tight little pearl into his mouth, his rough tongue flicking over the aching little button again and again.
“Ohhh, oh God, yes!” she cried, her hips bucking. Sparks shot through her belly, fire licking down her thighs.
“That’s it,” he rasped between licks. “Let me make you come. Let yourself go for me, little one.”
“Yes!” she gasped, clutching his fur, rolling her hips against his mouth. “I’m close… so close.”
He growled, the vibration making her clit throb even harder.
“Come for me then, Miranda. Drown me in your sweet juices. Be a good girl and let it go.”
His hot words broke her. Heat coiled tight in her belly like a wire…then snapped as her pleasure crested at last. She moaned his name, her back arching, her hips bucking helplessly against his mouth.
“Korrath! Oh God, Korrath!”
He held her thighs wide, tongue steady on her clit as her orgasm ripped through her, licking and sucking until she was gasping and shuddering as pleasure rushed through her.
Even when she sagged back, boneless and trembling against the mattress, he didn’t stop. He lapped softly at her swollen folds, soothing, coaxing little aftershocks that made her whimper as her hips jerked.
“Gods, you taste divine,” he murmured, his lips slick with her. “I could feast on your pussy forever.”
Miranda shivered, overwhelmed, her body still humming. No one had ever touched her like this, praised her like this…tasted her like this. She had never felt so utterly devoured, so completely… cherished.
And God help her, she wanted more.
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KORRATH
Korrath held her wide as the last tremors of her climax rippled through her. Miranda was gasping, trembling, her back arching beautifully as his tongue lapped her swollen clit. But even as the taste of her flooded his mouth, he knew she wasn’t finished.
Her scent told him. Sweet, rich, intoxicating—soaked through with need. Her Second Heat wasn’t easing yet. If anything, her little pussy was growing hotter… wetter…hungrier.
“Gods, you’re delicious,” he growled against her folds. “Sweet as nectar, salty as the sea. I could drink you all night, lovely one.”
