Courting Kel Read Online Free

by invader
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    “One day you’ll tell me that—or is that those?—stories.”
    “I could tell you now.” Was there anything she could do to
delay the inevitable? He meant to bed her and—blast her curiosity—she meant to
let him.
    Chuckling, Aren released her sarong. The shiny fabric pooled
around her feet, joined by his black robe.
    His muscled chest demanded she touch his pecs. She did,
gasping when his flat nipples hardened under her fingers.
    “My body displeases you?”
    “Oh no! It’s only that—dark as you are—I imagined…I thought
you’d have more chest hair.”
    Guiding her hands down his body, he curled her fingers
around his cock.
    “Oh!” Looking down, she watched his cock grow harder. It
thickened. Lengthened. Pulsed. The head topped her hand, the base two finger
widths below her little finger. “Oh…my.” Weak-kneed, she collapsed against his
massive, sculpted chest. Only his arms supporting her kept her upright. If he
let her go, she’d fall to her knees, overwhelmed by the need building in her
body.
    Having seen many cocks and the pleasures they gave to women,
she knew Aren’s was among the largest she’d ever seen. Her pussy wept, longing
to have that thick, hard flesh buried in it.
    When he lifted her, she clung to his neck, certain only his
arms kept her solid. Without them, she would melt, leaving Drew to mop her up.
    “Does my size frighten you?” He sat in the tub, positioned
her body so her legs straddled his hips and her aching, rigid nipples were
almost level with his mouth. Impossible. The tub seemed twice as deep,
twice as large than when she’d bathed earlier. One day she’d ask him.
    Feeling his cock throb against her swollen clit, she sighed.
“Oh no.” Questions about the tub flew from her mind.
    Leaning back along the angled slope of the tub, he said,
“Feed me.”
    “There is nothing here to eat.”
    “Isn’t there?” The heat in his eyes scorched her entire
body. He laughed. “Not your sweet cunt, Flame. Not yet. For now we’ll eat the
rest of the sweetmeats.” Sticking one between her parted lips, he drew her face
to his. “Feed me.”
    His tongue darted out, plundering her mouth. The sweet
melted on their dueling tongues. Aren tasted like sugar, tnim and some flavor
she couldn’t identify but liked. A flavor she craved. When he eased away, she
moaned. When he laved her ears, her neck, her nipples, she groaned and shifted
her hips. She wanted his cock in her.
    Laughing, he bent her back until her hair and most of her
face were soaked. She came up sputtering, her fingers curled like claws. He captured
one nipple in his mouth, lapping at it, making her purr. Silky strands of his
hair flowed through her fingers. His lips tightened on her nipple and he sucked
hard. Her pussy clenched. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she ground her
hips against his.
    “Easy, Flame. We’ll get to fucking soon. Very soon, if you
keep moving like that.”
    “You are…ahhh.”
    With his hand between her legs, his finger sliding over her
clit, all she could do when he lifted her was hang on.
    “I promised I’d brush your hair.”
    “Now?”
    “Right now.” Stepping out of the tub, he issued two quick
commands. The tub emptied. An enormous bed rose from the marble slab. Laying
her on the bed, he stretched out beside her. “Now where was I? Oh yes.” He slid
his thick middle finger into her channel and thumbed her clit.
    Barely feeling the pain of his finger’s intrusion, she
bucked, on the verge of climax and wanting it now.
    “Right here. Ahh, Flame, I believe you’ve never fucked
before. You’re so very tight.”
    Refusing to admit her innocence, she said, “I…thought
you…brush my hair.” Her breath—what was left of it—hissed out.
    “I am brushing, sweet.” As if to prove himself, he stroked
his fingers through the curls surrounding her clit.
    “Ahhh. Aren.”
    “I want to smell you.” Easing down her body, he urged her
thighs open then