Page 24 of Ghouls and Girth
Her whimper pulls my attention to her mouth.I curl my fingers inside her before reluctantly pulling them free in a hot, smooth glide.My cock throbs against her stomach, but I ignore it and tilt her head back.
She looks every bit the warrior queen with blood, seed, and sweat slicked over her skin.I trace her lips with my fingers before parting her teeth and sinking inside.When I rub our mixed essences onto her tongue, she jolts and closes her mouth around me.I groan and watch with rapt fascination as she grabs my wrist and devours my offering with impatient strokes of her tongue.She sucks, licks, and nips me when our taste fades from my hand, so I gather more from the source and bring it to her lips.
After several trips back and forth, she moans and drops her head down onto my chest.
“Stop, please,” she murmurs against my sternum.
Khalid growls and parts her ass cheeks with his massive hands as he dives deeper between her legs.She squeaks and digs her nails into my sides as she tries to evade his tongue.
We hold her right where we want her.
Khalid dips lower.The tip of his tongue brushes against my knot as he flicks her clit.
She squeals and bucks.
“It hurts.Stop,” she sobs.
My brother lifts his head.The entire bottom half of his face glistens from his feast.He crawls up her body, grabs her hair, and twists her head to capture her lips in a savage kiss, sharing the remnants of our rutting with her.The moment his tongue strokes over hers, she groans and tilts her hips, rubbing her clit along the underside of my trapped cock, and attacks his dripping face with the ferocity of a starving woman.
I chuckle, bouncing her around on top of me, and lick her brow before murmuring against her sweaty flesh.
“We’ve barely started, little ghoulie whore.”
Her entire body stiffens.She stops mid-lick of Khalid’s jaw and pulls her tongue back into her mouth before swinging her attention to my face.
Her fury locks every cell in my body.I cannot move.She commands me with her feminine rage.
“I amnota whore.You took my virginities.Yes, allof them, so you don’t get to call me a whore,” she snarls.
Awe flows through me.My brother’s eyes widen as he processes her words.
Disbelief flashes through me but dissipates before taking root.She’s telling the truth.Despite how liberated females are in this society and how mature her body is, our tiny female with The Sight remained pure until we sullied her.
She’s ours now in all possible ways.We were her first.We’ll be her last.
“Then what do we call you?”I ask.
Her control over me wanes as her fury decreases.
“My name is Daisy,” she says.
“But you’re not a daisy, are you, little one?”Khalid murmurs as he runs his hand through her tangled locks.
“What do you mean?”she asks.
The skepticism in her tone matches the guarded look in her eyes.I grind my teeth as she erects shields within our bond.I hate the distance she puts between us.
“You’re not some delicate flower that wilts and dies the moment someone stomps on it, are you?”My brother purrs.
The tension drains from her body as he pets and pampers her.I join in, eager to soothe and tease every inch of her body and soul.
Khalid continues, “No, you’re a vicious queen with the power to bring monsters to their knees, aren’t you?”He brushes his lips over her earlobe before sneaking his tongue out to lick the sensitive flesh.“You’reourqueen.Our curvy country queen.”
She groans and melts on top of me.I tilt my hips and kiss along her jawline as fresh wetness trickles from her pussy.
“Our graveyard gladiator,” I growl against her jugular.
“Our omega,” Khalid whispers into her ear.
