Page 248 of Savage Throne
“Hmmm.” Lei gripped my thighs and began lifting my legs up moving them back and forth experimentally, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle.
I chuckled. “Lei, what the hell are you doing?”
His tone was completely serious. “I’m figuring out what position I want to fuck you in.”
Before I could respond, he moved with swift, decisive precision, lifting my legs high. His grip was firm yet careful, folding my thighs back until my knees brushed against my shoulders and my ankles hovered above my head.
What the. . ?
The stretch was intense, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the most erotic way.
“Okay!” I was now half-laughing, half-gasping as the air between us thickened with desire. “You need to calm down!”
He didn’t.
Not even a little.
His dark, heated gaze roamed over my naked body, settling on the place where I was utterly open to him. The angle made me feel completely his—every curve of my pussy, every inch on display.
I was now an offering he was ready to devour.
“Hmmm. I like this. This position is like. . .special missionary, right?” His gaze locked on my glistening pussy.
In this position, I couldn’t hide anything from him. My body was fully stretched for him, vulnerable yet ready, and his intense focus on my most intimate place made me tremble.
I caught the flick of his tongue over his lips as if he were already savoring the taste of me. “Lei, this is not missionary.”
His grin turned wicked. “Then what is this?”
The words tumbled out before I could think better of it. “This is called Child Support.”
He froze, and for a heartbeat, the air was silent. Then his laughter erupted, filling the room with deep, genuine warmth, so rich it made my chest ache with love and my core tighten with lust.
But even as he laughed, his body didn’t waver.
“Mmmm.” That mischievous grin stayed fixed on his face as he pressed the thick, velvety head of his cock against my entrance.
The sensation of him there—hot, hard, and so impossibly close—sent a wave of desire crashing through me.
“Child Support, huh?” His voice dipped, teasing yet firm.
Well. . .I should. . .
I swallowed hard, my body already trembling in anticipation. “Speaking of. . .that. . .”
He froze. “What?”
“Well. . .” I hesitated. “I had to give my urine to Master Wu for some stupid-ass potion he wanted to give you.”
“I hate that potion.”
“Well. . .he couldn’t use my urine, Lei.”
“Why not?”
“I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in astonishment.
