Chapter 12
chapter
twelve
Jace
She cares about me, but knows it isn’t love.
“Fuck,” I mutter. Like a fool, I’d gotten hopeful.
I certainly know how I feel about Harriet. She is like walking into the sunshine for the first time after a long, frigid winter. She is everything good and lovely in the world.
A perfect sip of wine. The ending of a book that ties up all the loose ends. The perfect musical composition.
She is a moonbeam in the darkest of nights.
I never felt this way about Lynn. Like I need to capture all of her thoughts and ideas and store them in a bottle, so I never lose or forget them.
She feels like the very air I breathe.
I try to take some deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Her scent engulfs me. It’s like I can’t get the tangy sweetness of her arousal out of my nose.
My dick throbs painfully.
I walk in the direction of the bedrooms and I hear the faint moans. Harriet.
Is she touching herself? Fuck me.
I open the bedroom door and there she is, gloriously naked, one hand between her legs, the other on one of her tits.
Her pussy is wet and glistening, and I can’t take it. I dive head first into her cunt, desperate to taste her. With the first swipe of my tongue, my senses light up. I angle my face and wedge my shoulders between her thighs to get deeper.
The taste of her pussy is like nectar from heaven. I feel like I can’t get my mouth close enough. I growl into her sensitive flesh.
“Yes. Jace,” she breathes.
Her hands grip my horns, holding my face to her body. While my horns are not particularly sensitive, knowing she’s using them to steer me where she wants me is so damn erotic.
“Jace, Jace, oh damn,” she says. She rocks herself into my face.
My dick presses painfully onto the mattress of the bed beneath us, but I don’t even care. All that matters in this moment is bringing this beautiful woman pleasure. All the pleasure she can take.
I shove three fingers inside her pussy and she shrieks in pleasure as her body tightens.
“I’m coming!” she yells. Then she’s crying out and riding my face until the waves of her climax subside.
I sit up, wipe my face on my arm and stare at her.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I hope you know that.”
She gives me a sleepy smile and sits up on the bed. “You caught me touching myself.”
“I did.”
“I think it’s your pheromones. They’re driving me crazy. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” Her blue eyes skate down my torso and land on my dick. They widen and then she circles the tip with a finger. She brings that finger to her lips and sucks it into her mouth. “You’re delicious.”
I’m just about to tell her, there’s nothing down there for her to taste because I don’t leak anything. It’s not just no orgasm and no cum, it’s no pre-cum. Nothing, just an unrelenting ache. But when I look down at my cock, there’s a bead of pre-cum oozing from the hole.
“Holy fuck,” I say.
“What?”
“It’s never done that before. I mean before, before it had, but not since my transformation.”
She leans forward and slides her hot, wet mouth onto my cock head. My eyes nearly cross from the blissful sensation.
“Christ, Harriet.” I touch her hair, those pale, golden waves with the bright pink streaks. It’s impossibly soft. I’m so lost in the sensation of her tongue circling my dick, that I nearly miss her sneaking her hand between her legs again. “What’s the matter, beautiful? You need to come again?”
She moans and nods, her head bobbing. Then she releases me with a pop, lays back on the bed and spreads herself wide for me. “Jace, please fuck me. I feel like I’ll lose my mind if you don’t.”
I look at the size of my dick and then the size of her pretty, pink pussy.
“I don’t care if it hurts. I know you’re big, but I need it, baby. I need your monster satyr dick inside me. Do it.”
I’m beyond seeing reason. All I can think about is sliding inside her. If I can get the mushroom shaped head inside her, the rest should go easy.
“Are you wet enough?” I reach forward and swipe my hand through her folds. She’s so wet, she’s dripping onto the bed. “Drenched. Is all of this for me?”
“Yes. Please, Jace, fuck me. I need your cock.”
I wet my cock in her juices, sliding it back and forth until it’s coated. Then I press at her entrance.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.”
“No, you’re just huge.”
I freeze. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. I love the pressure.”
I keep pressing and her pussy lips widen, enabling me to push inside. Her hot, silky insides open for me, swallowing up the head of my dick.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groan.
“More. Give me more. Give it all to me.” Her nails scratch at my ass while she tries to pull me forward, inching me deeper.
I can feel my dick leaking more and that’s when the fever hits. “Please don’t let me break you,” I plead. Then I thrust forward.
I start coming the minute I’m all the way in.
“Harriet, holy fuck.” But I just pull back and fuck back into her. I can’t help it now, can’t stop it. One powerful thrust after another and I just keep coming.
“I can feel you filling me up, Jace,” she says. Then her pussy contracts, squeezing my dick.
I keep pumping in and out of her. “Nothing has ever felt so good.” My cum is leaking all over the bed, sluicing out of her while I thrust. “You were made me for me, my beautiful, beautiful Harriet.”
Pleasure boils at the base of my spine and I snap my hips. Once more, twice and then the orgasm to end all orgasms slams into me.
“Yes. Fuck, I’m coming again!” Harriet shrieks.
The fountain of my cum seems to be hitting all her pleasure buttons on the inside. Finally, everything stills and it’s like roaring from my ears subsides.
I pull out, ready to carry her into the bath to clean off all the sticky mess. But as soon as I stand up I realize one very important fact.
My dick is no longer hard.