Page 26 of 3 Times the Heat

Immediately, I’m on my knees behind her, pressing a kiss to her big bottom.

“This is exactly what I want,” I rasp against her smooth skin. “Now, let’s begin the inspection.”

With that, I fork my tongue behind her back, where the sweet girl can’t see. It’s a genetic trait among the Lysenian royal men. Not all of my relatives can do it; only some of us, me included. Basically, my tongue looks normal most of the time, and it performs all the functions of a normal man’s tongue when it comes to sensory reception. But when the occasion calls, I can fork my tongue so that it resembles a reptile’s tongue, with the same sensitivity, dexterity, and length. It makes for some good oral sex, I’ll tell you, and Martha’s going to experience it.

But even better, my forked tongue allows me to calibrate a woman’s virginity. I can taste a man’s semen, even if he came in her over a year ago. Douching won’t rid her of the unmistakable tang, and of course, if they used a condom, I can taste the latex. There’s simply no outwitting my forked tongue, although it makes me look like a reptile when you see it.

“Now hold still,” I murmur against Martha’s sweet bottom flesh. “We’re going to see if you’re a woman who lives up to her word.”

With that, I lick gently at her anal pleats, watching with satisfaction as they tense, and then relax. Martha lets out a guttural sigh as I tap my finger against that sensitive hole. Her pussy’s already dripping and I reach down to catch some of her secretions on my tongue before bringing it back up to her asshole and smearing the fluid around the tiny opening.

“You taste like honey,” I purr in a low tone. “So sweet.”

She sighs and bends over even more, spreading herself wider.

“Please, Prince Haakon,” she breathes, big breasts dangling to the floor. “More.”

“Of course, baby,” I rumble. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”

Then, gently, I probe her anus with my tongue. She gasps, quivering before me as her knees shake, so I give her a bit of time to stabilize. But then I tickle her anal pleats with my tongue again, teasing the rim, before sliding my tongue up into her tight, hot passage, reveling in the taste of her ass.

“Ahhhh,” she cries out, gripping her ankles with savoring the feel of my tongue up her sensitive behind. “Mmm!”

My cocks are rigid now, punching against my fly, but I have a job to do. I swirl my five inch tongue within her asshole, making sure to get a good sample of her rectal walls. She’s sweet, salty, and musky at the same time, and sure enough, there’s no tang of semen in there. Growling with pleasure, I slip my tongue back out before kissing her asshole with satisfaction.

“You did good, honey,” I rasp. “You’re definitely an anal virgin.”

Her eyes open a bit, even as her pussy throbs.

“But how can you tell?”

I massage one big white cheek lovingly.

“We’ll get into that later. But now, baby, Daddy’s going to check your vagina now. You said you were a virgin in both holes, right?Fuck, I can’t wait.”

To be continued …

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SNEAK PEEK: TEMPTING THE HIJACKER

In this excerpt, Sydney is trapped in a plane lavatory with a deranged hijacker.

The man ignores me when he realizes we’ve been locked inside. Instead, he rushes the small door, pounding on it with his fists.

“Open the goddamn door!” he roars, tugging on the knob before throwing his weight against the plastic slab, but of course, the damned thing doesn’t budge. They’ve done something outside so that the door remains steadfastly shut. That realization throws the hijacker into a frenzy. He curses as he kicks the door, growling and raging with all his might. In fact, I can hear people screaming outside as he continues trying to beat his way out of the bathroom, but nothing works.

“They’re not going to open it when you’re going crazy like that,” I manage in a small voice. “Not to mention you having that gun…”

Unfortunately, that just reminds the hijacker that he has a weapon in his hand and he lifts the pistol, aiming for the lock on the door.

“No, it’s already broken—!” I rush, but it’s too late. He takes aim and fires, even as I squeeze my eyes shut with my hands clapped over my ears, cowering into a corner. What the hell is going on? But when I open my eyes, nothing’s happened. The hijacker is still standing there, huge and huffing with fury now, his blue eyes murderous.

“Stop!” I beg, tears coming to my eyes. “You don’t have to do this—”

“Shut up,” he rasps, not even looking at me. Instead, he raises his gun again and I shake my head with desperation.

“No! Don’t shoot again, please, it isn’t going to work! The lock’s already broken but it doesn’t make a difference because they’ve already barricaded us in. All that’s going to happen is the ricochet of the bullet, putting both of us at risk.”

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