Free Aftermath by Jaci Burton Page B

again, she was not exactly about to speak to him.
    He caressed the back of her head and brought her lips forward toward the head of his cock. “Suck me, my faerie. I beg to feel your hot tongue upon my cock.” How could she resist such a tempting request? She leaned forward and spread her lips over the flared head. Darker than the rest of his shaft, it appeared almost angry. A small drop of pearly liquid oozed from its tip and she flicked her tongue over it. Braedon hissed a sharp breath and she watched his face as she spread opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside.
    “Ah, sweet faerie,” he said, caressing her hair. “Your mouth is indeed magical.” His shaft was hot and more of his salty flavor spilled onto her tongue. The texture of his skin was bumpy and ridged, yet soft and hard at the same time. How strange and delightful. She moved her lips over him, taking more of his shaft in her mouth, keeping lips firmly around his shaft and delighting in the soft groans Braedon seemed to fight to conceal from her.
    He so liked to be in control and clearly struggled to keep her from knowing how easily he could lose that famous control with her. But in this moment, she knew who was in charge and it was not the King of Greenbriar. Now she wanted to see how much power she wielded over him by taking him deeper, pressing her tongue against the ridged underside of his shaft and using her hand to wrap around the base of his shaft. She may have no practical experience in sucking a man, but she had watched many female faeries pleasuring their men and knew what to do. Subtle pressure at the base and taking his shaft deep into her throat should give him a bit of pleasure.
    When he moaned and surged forward, his cock head brushing the back of her throat, she knew he had found great delight in her technique. What she had not expected was her own response. Her pussy moistened and she felt the clench of desire deep in her womb. The room warmed around her and her pheromones released the sweet scent of the flowers of her homeland while golden dust danced in the air.
    “Your magic surrounds us, Trista,” Braedon whispered, his voice tight with need. He rocked his shaft between her lips, removing her hand to grasp the base of his cock and thrust it into her mouth. Oh how she enjoyed giving him pleasure. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, needing more of him, wanting to take him to the point where he could not hold back.
    “No, little one,” he said, pulling back. “I am so close that I will come in your mouth soon.” But Trista refused to be denied. She dropped to her belly to free both her hands, then grasped his buttocks and held firm, pulling his cock toward her greedy mouth. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, giving up what little fight he had left. Satisfied he would not pull away, she reached underneath him to cradle his balls in her hand and squeezed, feeling how they tightened in her palm. He leaned over her and slipped his hand between her buttocks, driving his fingers inside her slit as he thrust between her lips, groaning with each pump against her mouth.
    Truly this was the sweetest madness she had ever experienced. How could he still control her pleasure when he was nearly out of control with his own? Yet he worked her pussy with finesse, seemingly holding back his own climax while he worked her into a veritable frenzy.
    She knew why. He wanted her to lose control too. He did not want to go alone. When he removed his fingers and swept them along her clit, coating the bud with her sticky wetness, she moaned against his cock.
    “Stars, Trista! I am going to shoot come in your mouth!” He groaned then and jettisoned hot cream down her throat. His pleasure was so great as he bucked wildly against her, rubbing her clit furiously at the same time, that she could not help but come with him, moaning against his pelvis while she too had her pleasure. Before she could even catch her breath, he pulled