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Story: Fawn
Her hand slides down my chest slowly and wraps around my dick, which has already woken up and is ready for business.
“What if I wanted to kiss you here?”
Goddess have mercy. Fawn is new to this and already senses my weakness.
“Insatiable, lass,” I say with a smirk as I roll obligingly onto my back. “My cock is all yours. Do with it what you will.”
She rises onto her knees, her fingers still holding me as she tentatively strokes. “But I don’t know how,” she says, her cheeks pink and pretty.
I wrap my fingers around hers and show her how to stroke. “You can be firm here with your fingers but be mindful of your teeth—gentler with my balls at the risk of matters coming to an abrupt and painful stop.”
She nips her lower lip between her teeth, and as I take my hand away, she continues the strokes.
Then, before I am fully prepared, she lowers her lips and kisses the tip of my cock.
Fuck! My dick flexes, and a heavy gush of pre-cum leaks from the tip
“Oh, did that hurt?” she asks, looking between me and my cock, all uncertain.
“No,” I huff. “If my dick is hard and flexing, it means he is very happy. Suck, little doe. Don’t tease me, not today, for I likewise need my turn having a taste.”
Her lashes lower as she leans down and dutifully suckles the head. My eyes roll back—fuck, her sweet lips have me ready to explode. Then she hums and laps the head with her tongue and carefully fondles my balls.
I’m not going to last long.
There will be a next time…
“Lass, you are a natural at this.” I gather her hair out of the way, steeling myself to watch, to not interfere, to not fucking come yet because it feels so good. “Gods, you are perfect. That’s my good girl. Go a little deeper if you can.”
She does, her cheeks hollowing as she gets half of my length inside her hot little mouth with every bob.
I can’t possibly hold off. The image of her lips stretched around me, the gentle sucking, the feather-light touch of her fingers on my balls, and the swirl of her tongue… My mind goes blissfully blank as my cum shoots down her throat. She hums, sucking it down.
It’s too much. I am desperate for her taste on my tongue, for her scent over me, over my face. Still coming, I tumble her onto her back. Not even caring that I have come in her, I eat her out until her small fingers fist my hair, and she squeals her pleasure forme.
We clean up in the decadent pool, eat some of the food that mysteriously arrives, and then snuggle in the bed.
Tomorrow, we must begin again, navigating our new life in a new city where shifters of her kind seek to bond with her. But tonight, ensconced in our luxurious bed, there are only the two of us, reaffirming our love.
Chapter Twenty-One
Nox
Our newest residents are still closeted in Seven’s bedroom. Seven is busy with royal business, so Eiden and I eat breakfast alone in the day room.
In Seven’s words, Eiden was unruly last night and took a pounding before he would settle down.
Seven didn’t come near the room Eiden and I share on the opposite side of the royal suite last night. He deals with things in his own way, sometimes through quiet. We have been friends and more for many years. His need for space doesn’t trouble me.
It does trouble Eiden; hence, at least part of his anxiety last night was Seven staying away… and it wasn’t like any of us were inclined toward seeking another doe for relief.
It is what it is.
Not much troubles me. By my own admission, I am the least sensitive person I know. Eiden is my polar opposite and is sensitive to everything and everyone. I have long found his somewhat erratic emotional state a source of bemused fascination. He craves domination—it is often the only way to settle him down, that or a pounding. It is for the best that he is abig bastard who can take a lot because once I decide he has had enough edging, I don’t hold back.
I push my plate away, belly full and mind moving restlessly over Eiden’s responses and the doe who has crashed into our midst.
On the other side of the dining table, sitting attentively close to Eiden after he fed him a strip of the finest fillet, is Fawn’s dog, Blue—I already sense he will spoil the mutt as much as its owner.
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