Chapter 68

Rhye shaft throbbed and swelled, the veins becoming more pronounced as he neared release.

His little temptress moaned as she felt him grow larger in her hand, and her fingers tightened like a warm, cosy vise around his pulsating knot. Wetting her palm, she stroked it down his shaft and over the knot, mimicking what he wanted her body to do when he had the honour of burying himself inside of her.

Will her gorgeous little sweet haven be able to take me? Will it be able to stretch over my knot as her fingers do now?

It was a dream he couldn’t wait to bring to reality. How many nights had he fallen asleep dreaming of her on top of him? How many mornings had he awoke only to wish she were beneath him? How many times had he fisted himself, squeezing that very knot her hands now blissfully strangled, only to wish it were his mate taking him inside her tight, hot little body?

Between the combination of her swallowing him back inside her sweet mouth, her tongue swirling over