Highest Bidder: 1 (Mercy) by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page B

with moisture, still slick with cream from her earlier orgasm.
    Dreylan’s nostrils flared at the sight. Chest tight, balls tighter, he climbed onto the bunk, using his knees to spread Naya’s legs farther apart. The sound of her breath catching in her throat made his pulse quicken. She shifted on the bed, lifting her hips from the mattress a little. Enough to tell him what she wanted.
    He claimed her sex with his mouth, driving his tongue past her dewy folds to lap at her juices. She tasted divine. He flicked at her clit, the tiny nub of flesh hot and swollen. She cried out, ramming her sex harder to his mouth. Base pleasure ripped through him at her untutored response. His cock grew thicker, his pulse faster. He dug his fingers into her hips, plunging his tongue deeper into her sex. The sound of her moans and whimpers fed his lust as powerfully as her cream in his mouth.
    Her thighs spread wider and she bucked once, twice. “Gods, that feels so…” Her hands fisted the sheets by her hips. “This is…this is…”
    She was seconds away from an orgasm. Dreylan could feel it in her quivering muscles, could taste it in her sodden sex. He lapped at her pussy lips, rolled his tongue over her clit. The need to make her scream with release surged through him, a powerful force he could barely ignore. Already he’d grown addicted to the exquisite sound of her climax, an amazing feat. He’d only heard it once and already it charged him.
    He plunged his tongue between her folds again, drinking her pleasure. She gave it to him, grinding her cunt to his mouth. He captured her clit with his teeth, nipping on the tiny bit of flesh with gentle pressure.
    “Oh gods.” Naya cried out. “Oh…oh…oh gods !” A shudder racked her body and fresh cream flooded her sex.
    Dreylan moaned into her pussy. His own body thrummed with elemental hunger. His cock felt like a pillar of molten baridium steel, balls ready to burst. He’d never wanted to fuck anyone so much in his life, but he couldn’t get enough of the sound of Naya’s release. It was aural ambrosia—addictive and potent. Her unrestrained cries made him feel more powerful than any weapon or fearful look could.
    He dragged his mouth from Naya’s sex, blew a fine stream of cool air on the swollen folds and then dropped his head to her belly to explore her navel with his lips. He wanted to fill her, enter her completely and fully, but he wouldn’t. Not yet.
    Naya had spent a lifetime in a monastery being fawned over by men without genitalia, men who’d removed their cocks for fear of what they would do with the organ if it remained between their thighs. Ironically, the monks on New Earth had reduced her to a sexual object, to be used by her future husband in any way he saw fit, without understanding the pleasure of the act to befall her. She had been enslaved by the Mentuans and sold against her will to the highest bidder, to be someone else’s object of gratification. A life of perverted worship followed by heinous initiation. She had no understanding of the pleasure of true sex. How could she? When all she’d ever known was sexual imprisonment and objectification?
    He would show her what it was to truly be worshipped.
    Nibbling on the flat plane of her belly, he charted a path up her rib cage to the underswell of her breasts. He kissed one, enjoying the heavy softness before moving to the other, feathering her tight nipple with his tongue.
    Naya sucked in a swift breath, the action pushing her breast closer to his face. Her nipple pressed to his lips and fire erupted in his groin. Shit . She didn’t know what she did to him.
    Raking his hands up her body, following the same path his mouth had just traversed, he cupped her breasts, capturing one nipple with his fingers, the other with his lips.
    “Oh.” The simple sound burst from Naya the second Dreylan drew deeper on the puckered tip. She arched beneath him, her free hand tangling in his hair. Painfully hard.