I hope when the time comes, I will know what to do. I want the happiness. The man. The lion. And the child. I want it all, and I know no matter what battles lie ahead I will fight to get it and kill to keep it. That knowledge terrifies me even as it strengthens me. I will kill to keep it.
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Abby awoke with Tah’s erection nudging her ass. He was plastered against her back, one arm lying under her pillow while the other wrapped around her waist and held her close to him. He had a leg between hers, his hard thigh pressing against her pussy. A tremor went through him, and she felt the tremble of abused muscles, even as her pussy grew wet with desire.
She rolled in his arms and wasn’t surprised to find him blinking at her. She was happy to see the warm brown of his eyes. His hand rubbed her ass, and his cock pulsed against her belly. There was no way she could take him again this soon. She might be wet, but she was also sore. Before yesterday, she’d only had a toy or her fingers inside her. Tah was bigger than both of those. A lot bigger. And she’d taken him twice with little break between. She was going to need a little while before they did that again.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do other things, things she’d been dreaming about since she’d first laid eyes on him. With a gentle nudge from her, he rolled over to his back, and she licked her lips as she let her eyes run over him. He was sheer masculine perfection, and he was hers. All hers.
She trailed her lips over his jaw, then along his neck, and down over his chest. She took feminine delight in seeing the vivid mark on his skin where she’d bit and sucked at him. She hadn’t pierced his skin as he had hers, but still, she’d marked him as hers. She licked over it, then latched on and sucked the skin into her mouth again.
He purred under her, one hand clasping her head and holding her to him. When she released him, she licked over his nipple, teasing it until the flat disc hardened and brushed against her lips. She nipped it with her teeth and sucked it before moving over his chest to do the same to the other nipple.
“Abby.” Her name was a purr rumbling through his chest as she slid over to his tattoo.
She kissed him there, nuzzling against it and licking the lines of the powerful lion’s lips and jaw. She nuzzled her nose against the one inked into his flesh. One final kiss there and she was sliding lower still, her lips skimming over the flexing muscles of his incredible abdomen.
She felt the damp tip of his cock kiss her skin as she moved down. She turned and nuzzled along the shaft, flicking her tongue out and tasting the rigid flesh.
“Mmmhmmmm.” It was her turn to purr as he growled and thrust his hips up at her.
“Abby,” he pleaded. “Don’t tease me.”
She cupped the taut sac of his testicles in one hand, while she wrapped her other around his girth, so she could slide her palm along the velvet skin. She licked over him, tasting everywhere—his balls, his shaft, and then over the mushroomed head already wet with a bit of pre-cum.
“Suck it, Abby,” he ordered her. “Suck my cock.”
She moaned as she opened wide and sucked the crowning head into her mouth. Her tongue flirted around it, rubbing and tasting as she tightened her lips and fed on him. She used her hand on the shaft, while she worked the head with her tongue.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it.” His fingers were wrapped in her hair as he exerted just a little bit of pressure while pumping his hips up. “Take more of me, baby. Let me in. Suck my dick. Suck it.”
She let him guide her, show her what he wanted and how to give it to him. She couldn’t take all of him in, but he put his hand over hers and showed her how to work the rest of his shaft in tandem with her mouth. She glanced up his torso and met his eyes with hers while she sucked him. It was erotic and powerful, and she took satisfaction in seeing the pleasure she was giving him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Ahh, God, baby.” He groaned as he spoke, his hips pumping off the mattress to meet her mouth and hands. “I’m going to come, baby. Feels too good. So good.”
She sucked harder, swirling her tongue and tapping it in the deep ridge under the head where it crowned over the staff. His chest was doing that rumbly-growly thing he did as his fingers tightened in her hair.
“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.” He growled, throttling back a roar as the first jet of semen hit the back of her throat and almost choked her.
He heard or sensed and tried to pull free but she gripped him with her teeth, holding him in her mouth as he continued to come. She reveled in the taste of him on her tongue, the heated wash of his release as it filled her mouth before she swallowed every drop down. Hers. It was all hers. And though there might have been women before her, she would kill any woman who might try to take what was now hers.