Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(25)
“Will you? Change me? Will you convert me, Khan?” She thought about what Caitlynne had told her. The bite was painful and hurt, but when she woke up from it, she felt…well, she said she’d felt f*cking mother of God fantastic.
“I would love to have you running by my side when I’m in the woods. I want to see you sleek and black, your fur shining under the moonlight. I would love to take you as a cat, lean over you while you’re her and take you hard on the ground.” Her body responded to his descriptions. “Come here, Monica. Come here and let me show you how I would take you.”
She moved as if in a dream. When she stepped away from the window, the moonlight washed over his skin, and she could see every muscle, every defined shape of him, and thought about his cat. Standing still, she took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She wanted him, but she wanted him to want her too.
“When you look at me this way, all I can think about is you deep inside of me. I can feel your cock as it touches me in those places that send me over the edge. I love when you suckle at my nipples.” She lifted them up and circled her nipples with her fingers. “I love it when you suck them hard and make them tight.”
“Come here.” His voice held a command, compulsion she’d been told, but she fought it and waited for him to come to her. When he stood up and walked to her, she could see that he was hard, straining from his body. She reached out to touch him when he was close enough.
“So hard and soft. Your cock is as thick as my wrist and all mine.” She started to run her hand up and down him, but he wrapped his hand over hers. “I want to taste you like this. I want to take you into my mouth and feel you come there.”
He growled at her and she dropped to her knees. Not letting go of him, she licked the thick crown and then took it into her mouth, catching the pearl of cum there on the tip. Moaning, she licked him from root to tip and looked up at him.
“I’ve never done this before. Tell me how to make you come.” His short bark of laughter nearly had her move away from him, but he wrapped his hand in her hair and guided her back to his cock.
“You do any better than you just did and I’m going to die.” She licked at him again when he fisted his cock and held it for her. “I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to f*ck you this way, pump in and out of your sweet mouth and touch the back of your throat until I come down it.”
She did as he asked until he stopped speaking. Monica held onto his hips as she took him in her mouth and bobbed her head over him. Christ, he was delicious, and every time she tasted more of him, she felt her eyes roll in the back of her head. But she wanted more still.
Cupping his balls in her hand, she rolled them around until she thought she could get them into her mouth. Letting go of his cock, she suckled one and rolled it with her tongue. His body became hard, and she felt his hand curl tighter in her hair. When he pulled her away from her feast, she nearly snarled at him. He told her to open, commanded it, and his cock was in her mouth, down her throat, and he was f*cking her hard. Swallowing, she felt him slide past the tightness and down. When he came, she gagged slightly, but swallowed again, and he cried out his release.
Her body was screaming for her to do something, anything to ease the ache between her own thighs. As she slid her hand down her body and to her wet *, she was being jerked up off the floor and tossed onto the bed.
“My turn.” Before she could ask what he meant, he was suckling at her clit. It only took a second for her release to take her, but he didn’t stop, not even when she begged him to. When he pressed his fingers, several of them by the feel, deep into her, she rode him as another then another climax took her. When he finally lifted his head, she thought he was finished, she knew that she was, but he only moved up her body, biting and laving her tiny hurt with his tongue.
“I’m going to mount you and then mark you again. Roll over and put your ass up for me to f*ck you.” She nearly panicked, nearly told him no when he rolled her over and lifted her. “I won’t hurt you, not ever, but I need to take you, give my cat a chance to mark you.” He entered her hard; her body primed and ready for him, he slid deep. When she raised her head to move back against him, she felt a sting of his hand over her ass.
“I said it’s my turn. I take you now and you’ll come like this.” His hand came down again and she moaned deep. “You like this, don’t you? You like me f*cking you and spanking you.”
His hand came down twice more, and she came both times. When he leaned over her and pinched her clit, she came apart, screaming out his name and begging him to come. When he licked along her shoulder, she bared her throat for him, and when he bit, she screamed again through one of the hardest climaxes she’d ever had.
Monica dimly heard him shout out his own release, felt him collapse over her. His weight dead against her own, she tried to hold them both up. When she dropped on the bed, he rolled over to his back, taking her with him.
“I love you, Monica. I love you more than I’ve ever dreamed possible.”
She felt a blanket cover them, and she snuggled under his arm when she rolled over. She yawned and wrapped her hand into his chest hair. “I love you too.” She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off the sleep. His snores, loud and near her ear, didn’t bother her as much as she thought they might, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.