Chapter Thirteen

Jozette woke up with Castor’s arms wrapped around her, and she’d never felt so safe and cherished in all her life.

“You are my treasure,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

“Did I say that out loud?” she wondered.

“Yes,” he replied, and she felt him smile against her head.

“Are you hungry, sweet?”

“Mm mm,” she shook her head, wiggling happily against him and loving the recognizable swell of a certain something against her backside.

“Stop that, minx, or I’ll have to have you again,” he teased, kissing her shoulder and neck.

His hand cupped her breast, and he teased her nipples as he spread her legs. With one slow and unerring stroke, he filled her from behind. Castor’s magnificently thick cock felt so good inside her, stretching her just right, and stroking that secret place no one else had ever managed to touch.

“Yes,” she murmured, already wet and ready, seconds from coming.