Free B Cubed #3 Borg by Jenna McCormick Page B

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    Chapter Seven
     
    Dayen was in an agony of pleasure. He’d been
unable to believe his luck when she said she’d take him into her mouth. The
sight alone of his length moving in and out of her pink lips had his balls
drawn up tight, ready to spend. Then the feel of wetness, her tongue swirling
over him until the room spun and he thought he might pass out.
    She was just as aroused. He scented her feminine
fragrance growing stronger with every lick.  His instincts rode him hard to
buck deeper into Sage’s sweet mouth, or to pin her beneath him and drive
himself between her thighs so he could rid himself of all his excess seed. But
she didn’t want that. No, she wanted to take her time and slowly drive him
insane.
    One hand slipped off his shaft and slid down to
massage his aching balls. He froze as she took another inch into him, then
slipped back to suckle the head. Her eyes were closed now, short spikey lashes
fanning over hallowing cheeks. Was there ever a more erotic sight?
    Dayen’s head thrashed as that rogue hand slid
even further down to press on a spot beneath his tightened sac. Every language
he’d studied abandoned him and he was reduced to communicating through gasps
and grunts like an animal. He couldn’t take his gaze from her and for the first
time in his life he wanted to know what someone else was thinking. She looked
to be enjoying herself as she fought to take more and more of him inside. Her
arousal made him growl in agony as he imagined sating her.
    Just when he was sure he’d lost the battle and
was about to spend, her mouth released him. He shouted in agony, needing to
come so badly he could taste it.
    She said something, words that were drowned out
beneath the roaring of blood in his ears.
    “Don’t stop,” he was reduced to begging and
didn’t care. Pride meant nothing next to the agony of unfulfilled lust.
    Dayen grabbed for his cock, but she batted him
away. He reached forward again but her hand closed on him lightly.  Not what he
wanted but he bucked into her grip, driven solely by the need for release
uncaring of how it was delivered. His eyes closed and he rocked in time with
her twisting strokes, almost frantic.
    Then he felt her unexpectedly slick finger
pressing against his rear opening. His breath abandoned him as she prodded
against the tiny aperture, easing her way inside him. His mind couldn’t process
the sensation, especially not wen her wicked tongue slid over his scrotum and
back up his twitching length in a sensual promise.
    The finger moved slowly, almost tenderly in him
and he relaxed into it as her mouth surrounded his cock again, the head now
hitting the back of her throat. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation precisely but
what had driven her to touch him there…?
    Thoughts scattered as she found a spot hidden in
his channel and pressed firmly into it. Climax roared through him, unexpected
and more intense than he’d ever imagined. He had no chance to warn her, no
breath or words or even awareness beyond blinding pleasure. Seed was pushed and
pulled from his body and she took it all, one swallow at a time.
    It went on and on and on. He lost himself in it,
the release so different from anything he’d ever experienced before. His body
was a distant thing, his mind free floating and totally at peace. He drifted,
content to simply be.
    Sage was his anchor through it all. The soft
feel of her breath on his skin, her heady fragrance, the smooth texture of her
skin where she still touched him, it surrounded and invaded him.
    He came back to himself slowly, like dust
settling after a powerful storm.  The one thing he noticed first was that she
was now as warm as he was. Though his arms seemed to be totally without
strength, he fought to reach for her and tug her toward him. She resisted until
he managed to say, “I want to hold you.” Then she came, willingly to drape
across him.
    Her scent jolted him, spicing the air with