Haakon
Laurel sounded horrified. Her hips strained in their bounds. “Surely you cannot mean to…”
“Why not?” I nuzzled her lower lips. Turning my head, I rubbed the rough side of my jaw against the tender skin of her inner thighs, just lightly enough that she whimpered. Not in fear. But in need.
It didn’t take long for her sweet scent to overpower me. My c**k stiff as a stone, I delved my tongue into her folds and lapped up her juices with long swipes of my tongue. Her hips shimmied as if she would escape me, and when I circled her tiny, stiffening pink piece of flesh and sucked on it, she howled.
“I think she likes it,” Ulf observed. The bastard probably had his c**k out and was toying with her mouth.
Not until she is trained not to bite us.
“Suck on this, sweetling,” he crooned, and
