Page 371 of Bride of Choice

Pulling back at the last moment, he brought his hand to his mouth and his tongue rasped down his palm. The noise he made had me shivering in all the right places. Reaching out for him, I tugged him back down to me, sighing in relief when he settled himself between my legs and curled his large body around me.

One more round with him and I felt like a jiggling mass of gelatin. I was dead in the best possible way, aching right breast or not.

Curling me into his back, he barked something over his shoulder that saw Celuk poking his head into our cozy hideaway. One sniff and he growled softly.

Cupping my right breast, Jeh-kal jerked his chin as he growled at Celuk softly.

Crawling inside, Celuk settled on his side next to me. Taking one of my hands, he kissed it and then shoved it onto his hair. His head dipped and he latched onto my breast without so much as a how-do-ya-do.

My fingers dug into his scalp as he curled in closer. Ignoring Jeh-kahl’s warning snarl, his thigh pressed against me intimately and I arched into him.

One of his hands slid over my ass, cupping it to squeeze. Every now and again his tongue would lash across my nipple and he’d take more of my breast into his mouth to bite down gently.

By the time he’d finished with his initial intentions, I was ready to jump his bones.

Instead of getting right down to business, despite the impressive wood he was sporting, he kissed his way down my body. My breath caught as he paused to nuzzle my baby bump, placed several sweet little kisses to it, then moved on.

By the time his breath was whispering across my aching sex, I was resisting the urge to grab his head and mash his face into my aching pussy.

It wasn’t needed.

Celuk ran a finger along my slit, used two to spread my lips, and paused to stare at my glistening, pink insides for a long moment. Dipping closer, he placed a kiss to my throbbing pearl. Lifting his head, he barked some sort of warning at Jeh-kahl, then took that aching nub into his mouth to gently suck.

My hips bucked and I cried out.

Thick fingers gripped my hip from behind and dug in.

Celuk buried his face in my cunt and ate me out like it was going out of style.

Celuk was scary attentive, in that he paid very close attention for any cues from me. Intent as he seemed on his task, he’d slow down or speed up, change the angle or depth of his tongue’s penetration, until I was creaming all over his face, coming so hard I screamed.

He kept going, until I fell limply against Jeh-kahl.

With a sexy growl that never failed to make my insides quiver, he crawled up my body, kissing and nipping his way to my mouth.

His muttered-growl speak sounded good to my ears. He could be reciting the local flora and fauna and it sounded sexy as shit to me.

His lips found mine as the head of his cock nudged my sex, notched at my entrance, and he slid right home.

“My Jo,” he growled out, lifting one of my legs higher, settling it over his forearm, to press deep, lean in, and snarl into my shoulder. His teeth pricked my skin but he never bit down. He was holding back. I could sense this. I was too tired to care or comment at the moment.

I knew when he came, his big body shuddering, cock jerking, arms starting to tremble with the force of his release. This wasn’t even a two pump chump, this was a one and done, and as if knowing this might be the case he’d made sure to take care of me first. He would get no complaints from me on that.

I was a so-tired-I’m-giggling, replete, spent mess as he shuddered and sexy-growled atop me.

Cuddling me into his arms, we stayed like that until his cock finally softened and slipped free of my depths.

If Jeh-kal minded being squished into all of this, into me with Celuk lingering, he’d stopped protesting a while ago.

Celuk lifted his head, placed a kiss to my lips, rumbled something at Jeh-kal that had him grunting and nodding in reply, then stood and made to leave.

“Where is he going?” I asked Jeh-kal as Celuk closed the tent flap behind him.

“Wait for Jo Buu,” he said simply.

“Wait,” I called out, “Let me get dressed and cleaned up and I’ll-”

“Jo rest. Stay.” Urging me to my back, Jeh-kal leaned over me. Dipping his head, he started at my neck, his thick tongue darting out to run along my throat.

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