Page 23 of Bought and Shared
Oren’s eyes are mere slits and heavy looking as I glance over my shoulder and see him watching his shaft saw back and forth between my slick thighs.
“So good,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I can’t even imagine how good that virgin pussy of yours is going to feel strangling my cock once I get inside of it. Like fucking heaven!”
His course language shoots me even higher and I become rougher, gyrating in his lap like I’m on springs.
“That’s right,” he encourages, feeding me up and down his length with the barest of efforts, “come all over my cock, baby. If you do it, I’ll give you a nice, hot shot of my cum smeared all over your spasming cunt.”
I begin to whimper as the pressure builds within my core. I’m drunk on the euphoria I’m chasing, which is a hair’s breadth out of my reach. It’s so close, I can taste, smell, and feel it. I’m desperate for its welcome oblivion to the point of hysteria.
“Do you want my cum, Kitten?” He teases me, slowing down his movements, depriving me of the necessary friction I need to break.
“Yes!” I angrily exclaim, rocking faster to speed up his strokes.
He stills and bends me towards his crotch. “Then spit on my cock!”
I lean forward and spit obediently. Capping the head with my palm, I begin to massage the warm fluid in.
“Fuck!” Oren groans, his body as rigid as stone. “I love watching you do that! It’s so fucking hot!”
My hips kick up as his fingers bite into the curve of my waist. My palm continues to massage his cockhead as his thumb finds and strokes my clit like a savant. Lightning strikes me at the same time as it does him. We both cry out as our bodies writhe and buck with our mutual releases.
His seed, hot and creamy, spurts into my hands and drips onto my sex and along his shaft. I can smell our combined passions, and I feel like my senses are under invasion. I’m overwhelmed by the touch, smell, and feel of him.
My lungs are burning as though I’ve just run a marathon. Beneath me, Oren’s muscles relax a bit, though his manhood is still standing perfectly erect between my closed thighs.
After I catch my breath, I stand on shaky legs. Oren rises too. With some napkins in hand, he cleans between my legs, then takes care of himself. I slip back into my silk dress, shaken and humbled by what we’ve both shared.
Oren does up his pants before buckling me back into my seat. “We’ll be arriving at Fort Kent in about ten minutes. Once we get there, I’m taking you directly to my physician to get that cut checked out. Despite what you say, it looks deep and I’ve no wish for it to get infected.”
Sighing, I finger the wound and wince. I could argue and tell him it wasn’t necessary, but it was probably best I had it checked out. The last thing I needed was an infection on top of everything else.
“Okay,” I readily concede, suddenly more exhausted—and satisfied—than I could ever remember being.
Knox
“This is unacceptable!” I shout, as I pace the small, rented room like a caged lion.
Over our comm, my squad mate remains unperturbed by my explosive outburst. He’s used to it and doesn’t even flinch when I punch the wall, leaving a massive hole behind that I’ll have to pay to have repaired.
“It is,” he agrees when I’ve settled some. “And I’ve already let my superiors know, in writing, that I no longer find this form of transport sufficient for delivering draftees to their masters.”
I hated Oren’s ability to remain calm almost as much as I respected it. “Do the elite, in their pristine, ivory towers, not understand how few of these women there are to go around? How important they are to the continuation of our kind? You would think they don’t, given how they treat such a precious resource.”
Oren’s expression remains flat throughout my impassioned speech. It isn’t the first time I’ve let him know how I feel about the top brass. For his part, he mostly agrees, but, as a child of a wealthy and influential family, he understands the importance of structure and hierarchy. He’s been fed a steady diet of it since birth.
“If they didn’t know before, my letter let them know, in explicit terms, how disastrous this situation could have been,” he calmly reiterates.
That wassomeconciliation, but not nearly enough for my liking. “How is she?” I demand.
I’ve never even met this woman before, nor seen a picture of her, but the thought of losing our mate is nearly unbearable.
Oren smiles, as though he truly understands my concern. I suppose he can, as he’s been far more intimate with her than I have.
“Aurora is a fighter,” he says with pride. “She had a laceration on her head after the incident, but was still able to add some interesting details about who might be behind this cowardly act when I questioned her.”
I stop my pacing and stare at him directly. “Explain what you mean by this.”
The thought that someone could be targeting our mate, as well as others, was unconscionable! If I should learn who this demon is, I’ll snap their fucking neck like a twig the first chance I get!
