Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Then his girth made itself known as he got thicker towards the base. She gasped as her body opened, accommodating him. The way he’d tasted her so deeply and prepared her so well really came into play now as she sank down, taking him deeper and deeper until she felt a new, thicker pressure at her entrance—the prominent, swollen base of his knot.
She stopped, seated fully on his shaft but with that final, formidable barrier not yet breached. They were joined but not locked together.
“Fuck, Mistress…so fucking tight,” Braze groaned. A fine tremor ran through his big body. He was buried to the hilt, but the most intimate part of the Claiming was still held at bay—a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
Kaitlyn leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.
“I’m going to ride you now,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I’m going to fuck myself on this magnificent cock until I’m moaning. But you’re not going to move a muscle. And this…” She rocked her hips slightly, making them both gasp as the knot pressed insistently against her stretched entrance. “This stays right here for now. You don’t get to knot me until I say so. Do you understand?”
A ragged groan was torn from the big Kindred’s throat. Kaitlyn knew this denial—even as he was buried inside her—was its own exquisite torture. His hands tightened on her hips, holding on for dear life.
“Yes, Mistress,” he gritted out, the words strained with the effort of holding back the instinct to surge upward and Claim her fully—to knot her and Bond her to him. “I…understand.”
“Good,” Kaitlyn purred. “Then let’s get started.”
Leaning forward, she took his mouth in a long, hot kiss.
Then she began to move.
38
BRAZE
The feeling of being taken by the woman he loved was beyond anything Braze had words for.
As Kaitlyn sank down onto him, taking his length inside her tight, wet pussy, it was like being sheathed in living velvet. So many sensations—so many emotions rushed through him. She was so hot…so wet…so utterly fucking perfect.
Her inner walls hugged every inch of him—a silken caress that stole the breath from his lungs and made his vision blur and swim. The urge to thrust up—to bury himself to the hilt and lose control—was a primal scream in his blood. But her command to hold still while she rode him was a cage around that instinct, stronger than any manacle could ever be.
He tried to be still but failed just once—a tiny, involuntary upward jerk of his hips as she rose on a particularly slow, teasing stroke which felt like pleasurable torture.
Kaitlyn’s hands—which had been gripping his shoulders—dug in sharply, her nails biting into his flesh.
“No,” she said, her voice breathless but filled with iron command.
She stilled completely and settled, seated with him deep inside her, making him feel every exquisite spasm of her inner walls around him. Then she looked into his eyes.
“Hold…still,” she ordered. “You don’t move until I tell you to.”
A groan, half frustration/half worship, rumbled in Braze’s chest. He forced his body to obey, locking every muscle, becoming nothing more than a seat—a tool for her pleasure. It was agony…and ecstasy.
All he could do was sit there, his hands now fisted in the couch cushions beside his thighs, as she began to move again. She set a slow, deliberate, grinding rhythm, rising up until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then sinking back down with a controlled roll of her hips that teased every inch of his shaft. She wasn’t just riding him—she was claiming him on her own terms—deliberately milking him with her hot, wet pussy.
And her eyes…Goddess, her eyes. They never left his. Dark with power and glazed with pleasure, they held him captive more surely than any chain. She leaned in, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue teased his—showing her ownership. She tasted of herself and of his own pre-cum—a perfect, delicious combination that made him even harder.
When she broke the kiss, her lips stayed a breath away from his. Her hot, panting breaths washed over his skin as she spoke.
“Do you feel how deep you are inside me, my Protector?” she murmured, grinding down in a slow circle that made him see stars. “I can feel every thick, hard inch of you. Stretching me open…filling me up perfectly.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, the words torn from him. Fuck, it was so fucking hard not to come with her riding him like this!
“I love how big you are,” she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she began to move faster, her breasts brushing against his chest with each bounce. “I love how you make my pussy ache in the best way. I love knowing that this…” She slammed down hard, taking him deep, and he groaned. “This thick cock is all mine. To ride…to take my pleasure from whenever I want.”