Page 61 of Tempting Cargo

All thought receded into need. I was too close to begging, but Shohari mai Tasra didn’t beg. She took.

I grasped his head and positioned his mouth on my clit. Though his muscles trembled, he didn’t move, didn’t move his damn lips or tongue.

I jerked against him, demanding entry.

Slow words fluttered over my frantic clit, the heat of his breath making me gasp so loud I barely heard him. “So needy.” His finger traced round my labia before sliding inside my slick cunt. “Look how wet you are for me, how hard you are.” His long sigh of satisfaction scorched me. “Your pretty pussy feels so good, I could play with you all day.”

My face heated, and I crushed his face to my clit again.

His neck muscles strained as he tried to pull away. “No, sweetheart. You need to tell me what you want.”

My clit bucked again, so desperate I thought I might die if he didn’t touch it. “My clit,” I half-gasped, half-snarled.

After two heavy breaths, I growled, “Please.”

Garrison hummed in pleasure, and drew me full into his mouth.

Skyk yes.

He rolled his tongue over and over the head as he sucked. And, oh, the filthy sounds he made, as though my clit was the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth.

If yesterday was difficult, today was too easy. I screamed and gushed my release all too quickly, flooding his mouth with my cum, breaking his rhythm for just a second before he swallowed as much as he could. My whole body locked in ecstasy. The orgasm ripped through me, clit straining and pulsing, even as my death grip on his head relaxed, and he gentled his sucking.

He flicked his tongue over me as I shuddered and shuddered with aftershocks.

“Too much,” I gasped, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my engorged shaft before lying next to me, pulling my head to his chest.

“You’re incredible, sweetheart,” he said as I draped an arm over him and hooked a leg over his. “And delicious. How soon can I do it again?”

He really liked it that much? My stomach swooped, bones tingling. More of that? Gods, yes. Much more.

I trailed my hand over his hip. “Later. Why aren’t you fucking me?”

“I didn’t know if you needed a rest.”

I snorted and turned away from him, lightheaded from pleasure and eager for more. Again I tried the four-legged position, spreading my knees wide, arching my back, giving him the perfect view of my cunt.

Garrison wasted no time in kneeling behind me, telling me with soft, tender words how beautiful I looked, stretching mewith his fingers before he notched the head of his delightfully large cock at my entrance.

“I’m gonna take this real slow,” he said, and he did, until the flare of his cockhead pushed inside with a delicious pressure, and my ripples sucked him in all the way.

We both gasped.

It was different like this, tighter, almost too tight. He tensed, fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, Shohari.” He ran a warm hand over my lower back, and I focused on his touch. “Does this feel okay, sweetheart?”

More than okay, but the fullness, the stretch, it all threatened to overwhelm me.Skyk.

“So full,” I managed.

“Too much?”

I swung my head, whining.

He stroked my side, the rhythmic motions helping me relax. “Hush, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. We’ll just wait here till you’re ready to move. I’ve got you.”

Garrison’s gentle words were so alien, but they sparked delicious twists of warmth deep in my belly, and I fell deeper into the soft feelings he brought out in me.

Care. I wasn’t used to being cared for. It felt… good.