Chapter Twelve

“Yessssss,” he hissed the word, drawing it out and rolling the s in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

Then Jozi couldn’t talk anymore. At least, not coherently. Suddenly, he was everywhere. Hands, lips, tongue, and teeth. He explored her with his mouth and body.

His smooth, muscled body slid up and down hers, making her feel things she’d never experienced. Castor had admittedly never had sex before, but he was a fast learner.

His skilled, and did she mention forked when he wanted it to be, tongue slid down her body, suckling her breasts. He kissed her soft belly, spreading her thighs once more, and settling between them.

Then, as if he knew it was going to torture her, Castor dropped whisper soft kisses on her thighs and her labia. He watched her as he opened his mouth and sucked on her nether lips, kissing her pussy and moaning as if she were something delicious and sweet.