Page 81 of Savage Union

Gods, she wasn’t lying. I could feel her wet warmth pressing enticingly against my fingertips. And even though I knew I shouldn’t do it, I found myself slipping my fingers inside her,sliding into her warm, wet folds to find the tight little button of her clit.

“All right, little bird,” I murmured as I began to stroke. “Just relax and stop squeezing so hard. I’ll touch you.”

“You promise?” She was already easing up on the pressure.

“I promise,” I told her. “Going to make you feel good tonight, baby. Just open for me and let me pet that sweet little pussy.”

She seemed to like my dirty talk because she spread her thighs willingly, giving me more room to work.

My throat was suddenly dry and I had the sudden urge to slide down the bed and make her come with my mouth instead of my fingers. But guilt held me back. It was bad enough that I was going to finger her soft little pussy until she came for me—I shouldn’t be thinking of licking and tasting her too! That was just fuckingwrong.

So I contented myself with sliding one fingertip around and around the bud of her clit and watching her moan and writhe against me.

“More!” she begged. “Oh Turk, just like that—right there! Oh, it feels sogoodwhen you touch me like that!”

It felt pretty damn fine to me too. I had never dreamed of doing something like this with her—well, I should say I’d neverletmyself dream of it. Because even though I found her incredibly beautiful, I had always known she was off limits.

But now I allowed myself to watch, to listen to her breathless little moans and pants as she writhed against my hand. Goddess, she was so fucking wet and slippery—I couldn’t help wondering what she would feel like around my shaft if I sank it deep inside her. And the way she was acting now, I knew she wouldn’t try to fight me. She would probably just roll over and spread her legs for me to welcome me in…

Stop it—stop thinking like that!I warned myself.Thinking like that will only make you want to do it and you know you can’t.

Just then, Jessina started coming. I could tell by the way her thighs clamped down around my wrist again and her whole body went tense.

“Oh!” she moaned, going rigid against me. “Oh, Turk—oh,yes!”

Gods, I nearly came again, just listening to her—just watching her lose herself in the pleasure I had given her! She was so beautiful with her black hair spread over the pillows and her full breasts heaving in the dim light of the glows. So fucking gorgeous as she gave it up for me completely, calling my name over and over again…

I couldn’t resist any longer—though I had just been circling and caressing her clit earlier, I slid lower and slipped first one and then two fingers deep in her tight little entrance.

Jessina moaned again and I could feel her inner walls caressing me—tightening like she wanted to milk me for my cream. At that moment I would have done anything to have my cock inside her instead of my fingers. She was so tight and hot and wet—so desperate for pleasure. I wanted to give it to her—wanted to claim her as my own and pound into her soft, warm body as she cried my name and begged me to fill her up, to give her a creamy pussy…to knot her and breed her and make her mine forever…

And then, finally, she sagged in my arms, panting.

“Oh, Turk!” she moaned softly. And to my surprise, she reached up and took my face in her hands. Pulling me down, she placed a gentle kiss on my mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered against my lips. “That wasexactlywhat I needed. Thank you for making me come.”

“You’re welcome, little bird,” I said, my voice coming out low and harsh. My fingers were still inside her, but she made no move to push me away. Instead, it almost seemed like she would have been happy to sleep this way.

I couldn’t, though. Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her tight depths and brought them to my mouth. I didn’t even try to stop myself from sucking them and tasting her sweet honey right from the source.

At once some of the insistent thirst that had been tormenting me seemed to ease. I licked and sucked my fingers—not wanting to miss a drop. Goddess, she tasted so fucking good! Sweet and salty andperfect.

“Thank you…Turk,” she murmured sleepily. Then she rolled over again so that her back was to me and her head was pillowed on my bicep. With a contented sigh, she settled her smaller frame against my body and relaxed completely.

A minute after that, I could tell by her deep, even breathing that she was asleep. Making her come had been the hottest experience of my life, I admitted to myself. And yet, I knew it couldn’t happen ever again.

What the Hell was I going to do?

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JESSINA

When I woke up the next morning, my breasts had filled with nectar again. I was worried at first that Turk wouldn’t want to help me a second time. But when he saw the clear amber droplets beading on the tips of my nipples, he didn’t say a word—he just ducked his head, took one of my tight tips into his mouth, and began to suck.

I moaned with pleasure and moved one of his hands to the place between my legs. He hesitated at first…but then began to stroke me and before I knew it, I was coming again with his long fingers buried deep inside me and the broad pad of his thumb lightly strumming my aching clit.

But after he made me come and I lay panting in his arms, the problems started.

“Little bird, we can’t keep doing this,” he told me, frowning down at me.

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