taste… a little touch. What could it hurt?
Trained to keep his opponents off balance, Aleksander employed military strategy in overcoming Ella’s resistance to his charms. While his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, his fingers played with the points of her nipple...and his other hand stole south to dip into the hot wetness, he found.
Ella gasped at the invasion of his hand.
He quickly caught the sound in his mouth. Her hips bucked outward, but he snaked his arm around her waist, holding her in place.
Prized warm wetness coated his fingers and she whimpered, her shapely hips undulated against his hand. He matched the rhythm to his thrusting tongue.“Relax, angel.”
“It’s too much,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you.”
“And it’s not enough.” Her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slack with lust.
Holy horns of Pan. The little Troll was one hot number.
Shivers raced through her delicious body. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers that worked magic between her legs.
Ella was close, so close to her peak.
Alek never wished for his human body as badly as he wished for it now. He wanted Ella in his bed, on her back, with him planted firmly between her golden thighs .
Shit, it could never be while he remained in his true form. He slid his wet fingers from her body and dipped to pick her up. Two strides with his four legs, and he tossed her on his floorbed.
Millions of air beads inside the mattress crackled softly in adjustment to her weight. A conventional bed would never hold his equine body. Even a frame made of iron would buckle as if it were made of aluminum.
In a smooth move, Alek folded his hocks beneath him and joined her, his wide shoulders nestled between her legs.
“Oh no! No, no, no,” she squealed, shoving at his head, trying to rise.
Alek put his palm on Ella’s belly and held her still.
She squirmed in return.
“What’s wrong with a little taste?” He waggled his brows at her, then dipped down for a lick.
“You’re a complete sicko. People don’t do this—do they?
“They do, Kalos, and more.”Alek used his thumbs to rub her clit, and watched Ella’s eyes rolled back and close. Then he separated her folds, laid the flat of his tongue against her, and lapped. With each pass over her tight bud of nerves, he stoked her fire hotter. Luscious sighs and tangy musk filled his senses, drawing him back with a greed for more.
He sucked her clit mercilessly—and tongue-fucked her. When her knees drew up and she clutched the sides of his head, he inserted two fingers into her wet warmth.
Ella’s moan was light at first, a whisper of sound that floated from her parted lips.
He pumped his fingers faster. Her cries became louder. When his lips fastened to her swollen little nub and he reached to fondle her breast, all kolasi broke loose. Her hips bucked off the bed, and he took the ride with his face squeezed between her lovely thighs. Around his fingers, the muscles of her channel pulsed with her orgasm.
The explosion rocked her body in a long keening that had Meat Wrench growling to be inside.
Alek hastily shoved his need away. Mating would not happen while their bodies remained in opposite states, no matter how much he wanted it.
But this will keep you dreaming of me for next time, Sweet Ella. Then, you won’t be inclined to say no.
One orgasm ended, another began. Over and over, he worked to gain every drop she offered, and then some.
“One day I’ll be inside you, Ella.”
“I need you inside me, Al.”
“Do me a favor . . . .” He levered his upper body over hers and cupped the side of her face with one hand, all the while the fingers of his other, massaged her damp slit. “Call me Aleksa—”
Creak.
The door to the outer passageway squeaked. Ever vigilant, even in his stallroom, he’d nearly missed the sound. He clamped his palm over Ella’s mouth and whispered next to her ear, “Be quiet and don’t move. Someone’s out
Trained to keep his opponents off balance, Aleksander employed military strategy in overcoming Ella’s resistance to his charms. While his tongue plunged in and out of her mouth, his fingers played with the points of her nipple...and his other hand stole south to dip into the hot wetness, he found.
Ella gasped at the invasion of his hand.
He quickly caught the sound in his mouth. Her hips bucked outward, but he snaked his arm around her waist, holding her in place.
Prized warm wetness coated his fingers and she whimpered, her shapely hips undulated against his hand. He matched the rhythm to his thrusting tongue.“Relax, angel.”
“It’s too much,” she whimpered.
“I’ve got you.”
“And it’s not enough.” Her eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slack with lust.
Holy horns of Pan. The little Troll was one hot number.
Shivers raced through her delicious body. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers that worked magic between her legs.
Ella was close, so close to her peak.
Alek never wished for his human body as badly as he wished for it now. He wanted Ella in his bed, on her back, with him planted firmly between her golden thighs .
Shit, it could never be while he remained in his true form. He slid his wet fingers from her body and dipped to pick her up. Two strides with his four legs, and he tossed her on his floorbed.
Millions of air beads inside the mattress crackled softly in adjustment to her weight. A conventional bed would never hold his equine body. Even a frame made of iron would buckle as if it were made of aluminum.
In a smooth move, Alek folded his hocks beneath him and joined her, his wide shoulders nestled between her legs.
“Oh no! No, no, no,” she squealed, shoving at his head, trying to rise.
Alek put his palm on Ella’s belly and held her still.
She squirmed in return.
“What’s wrong with a little taste?” He waggled his brows at her, then dipped down for a lick.
“You’re a complete sicko. People don’t do this—do they?
“They do, Kalos, and more.”Alek used his thumbs to rub her clit, and watched Ella’s eyes rolled back and close. Then he separated her folds, laid the flat of his tongue against her, and lapped. With each pass over her tight bud of nerves, he stoked her fire hotter. Luscious sighs and tangy musk filled his senses, drawing him back with a greed for more.
He sucked her clit mercilessly—and tongue-fucked her. When her knees drew up and she clutched the sides of his head, he inserted two fingers into her wet warmth.
Ella’s moan was light at first, a whisper of sound that floated from her parted lips.
He pumped his fingers faster. Her cries became louder. When his lips fastened to her swollen little nub and he reached to fondle her breast, all kolasi broke loose. Her hips bucked off the bed, and he took the ride with his face squeezed between her lovely thighs. Around his fingers, the muscles of her channel pulsed with her orgasm.
The explosion rocked her body in a long keening that had Meat Wrench growling to be inside.
Alek hastily shoved his need away. Mating would not happen while their bodies remained in opposite states, no matter how much he wanted it.
But this will keep you dreaming of me for next time, Sweet Ella. Then, you won’t be inclined to say no.
One orgasm ended, another began. Over and over, he worked to gain every drop she offered, and then some.
“One day I’ll be inside you, Ella.”
“I need you inside me, Al.”
“Do me a favor . . . .” He levered his upper body over hers and cupped the side of her face with one hand, all the while the fingers of his other, massaged her damp slit. “Call me Aleksa—”
Creak.
The door to the outer passageway squeaked. Ever vigilant, even in his stallroom, he’d nearly missed the sound. He clamped his palm over Ella’s mouth and whispered next to her ear, “Be quiet and don’t move. Someone’s out
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