Sunny's arm reached back, digging into my shoulder, anchoring herself as I slammed myself in and out of her with messy slaps of skin, her wet sounds behind my hand, my fingers pressing down on her clit but not stimulating.

"I'm going to have you so many times, you won't know what's waking and dreaming tomorrow. I'm going to take my fantasies out on you tonight."

Sunny howled, louder now that she was being muted, or perhaps still waking. I would have her screaming by the week's end, trying to share her pleasure with the whole world. I shoved my index and middle finger into her mouth, and she sucked on them eagerly, trying to ride me from her reclined position.

I shifted, scooping her up and settling on my back, Sunny spread on top of me like a hedonistic, squirming blanket. I pushed her up to seated, and she rose with a gasp and an eager pace, bouncing on my length. Let her ride me while she had the strength, I would still make use of her when she was limp and delirious before the morning.

CHAPTER 8

Sunny

Khell'ar's hands in my hair, his cock stuffed between my lips, hips thrusting gently, a purr of approval from above me as I suckled until my mouth was numb and my jaw was sore. 

The easy way he tossed me from hanging my head over the foot of the bed for his taking, to face down in the pillows, my hips hiked up around his, that endlessly rigid length of his burrowing back inside my over-sensitive—but never too sore—core. 

Falling asleep with his mouth on mine, waking again with it on my sex, his tusks firm and holding my lips spread for his tongue's greedy searching, slurping, and feasting upon me until I was whining with a reluctantly wrung out orgasm.

My hands shackled to the bar at the center of the headboard as Khell'ar fucked me so hard, the whole bed rattled and shook, my bones jangling in my body with every thrust.

Another massage, with one hand in and on my sex, the other tending tired muscles. Khell'ar's touch pulling me in and out of consciousness with fluttering and gentle climaxes.

"No more," I whispered weakly as a hand stroked up my back. I squirmed away from the touch, searching for a pillow to burrow under, and came up empty, my eyes opening with heavy effort as a pair of arms dragged me up off the mattress.

The sun was up, faintly glowing in the room. I knew Khell'ar had let me catch glimpses of sleep, but they were cruel and brief, the night more full of sex and waves of sensation than any rest I'd managed to capture could make up for.

His hand was on my cheek, my body cradled in his lap, and he shook with silent laughter. "Open your lips, little one."