Free Freeker by Ella Drake Page A

and over in an effort not to grab her. Long, low and deep, his purring filled the cabin. His head fell back and his mouth opened on a silent yell.
    Her small tongue smoothed over his hot flesh. She swirled and lapped, missing nowhere, as she tasted every inch of him from his nipples to his lower stomach. He panted. He growled. He shuddered and quaked, but he stayed rooted to the spot with the small woman tormenting him slowly, methodically, and completely with her little wicked tongue.
    His lungs worked hard to move oxygen in and out of him despite how his cock had nearly consumed his existence.
    Finally, she paused and glanced up at him. Her lips were wet and swollen. Her eyes were glistening as if fevered. Her dark skin was flushed and her little body vibrated so much the seat clattered.
    “Not done,” he squeezed from his mouth though making words had been a momentous effort. Unfisting his hands and ignoring the shredded meat he’d made of his palms, he slowly ran his fingers across the top of his fatigues. Her attention seemed completely mesmerized, and she watched him as he painstakingly unlatched his pants and parted them. “Go lower.”
    She leaned forward again. He opened his pants wider and his cock freed, aching and long, practically begging. Her small hand gripped the base of his shaft and stole all coherent thought. Then she licked the slit, collecting the bead of semen there.
    He howled. His fist slammed into the wall above her head and she made a throaty, pleased sound. Bracing himself, his entire body rigid, throbbing everywhere, he leaned on his fists against the wall and stared down at Chara. Her mouth curved in a wicked smile as she slid his cock between her lips.
    “Oh, fuck.” Warrant clenched all over. Every muscle in his body quivered.
    She slid him further in and suctioned her mouth around him. Her cheeks indented. Seemed as if she were going to drive him crazy with the pressure. The intensely pleasurable pressure. His entire focus fell to his dick and balls. An electric buzz engulfed him and the impossibility of what she could do with her mouth nearly made his legs collapse from under him.
    Chara laughed, muffled by the hard flesh in her mouth. Her hand shoved between her legs and beneath her dress. She toyed with herself. Small little jerks of her arm excited him and he wanted to see where she touched herself, but he was so tight, so rigid, he couldn’t move or tell her. All he could do was take what she gave and watch her. Her eyes stared up at him. They’d been glassy, completely engulfed in the bloodlust but now they sparkled.
    Her passion for him had crowded out her lust for killing. That was the most erotic realization of his life. That was the fucking best thing he’d ever felt. It became too big to keep inside, too much to contain, and that pride, lust, pleasure, heat, desire, all needed release at once. The little control he had, abandoned him. He came in a heated rush.
    In a long, shuddering, strength-stealing outpouring, he let it all go. All of it, from him and into her.
    His seed pumped down her throat and she moaned, swallowing as he jerked and quaked. His eyes slammed closed, shutting away the blush, the vivid life of her face as his knees gave out. His body crumpled to the deck but he made sure not to crush Chara. She made a small shuddering exhale sound and he forced his blurry vision to focus on her face as she came. She was glorious.
    Her dark hair was mussed, her face, rigid in concentration. She bit her lip and her arm jerked. For long moments, she hummed a keen sound and froze, basking in a release that made her small body tense all over.
    Then she slumped forward. He grabbed her and brought her against his chest.
    With a chuckle, he finally spoke, “I still haven’t gotten my dick wet.”
    “I’d say you did,” she murmured but didn’t move.
    “And it was damned good. But I want inside your slick pussy.”
    She slapped at his thigh hard enough to sting a little.