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"Unfair," she tells me with a sigh. "I'm trying to talk to you."
"I'm listening," I promise her, even as I suck her honey off my thumb.
"Mmm, are you?" Her hand glides to the back of my neck and she pulls me in for a deep, intense kiss. Her tongue flicks against mine, and then she bites at my lower lip. "On your back. I want to ride you."
Now I'm the one that groans.
She nips at my lip again, then soothes away the bite with a playful lick. "You like it."
"I do," I rasp. Kef me, I really do.
I slide her off my lap and tear at my clothing, determined to get naked with her as quickly as possible. She pulls the rest of her clothing off as well, tossing it to the floor. We both glance over at Sleipnir, who's sprawled on the bed and ignoring the fact that we're going to be mating a few feet away. So far, most of his protective instincts don't seem to be roused by my time with Sophie, but to be on the safe side, we mate each time with her over me.
The moment I lie back on the couch, Sophie straddles me. Her legs spread wide, and she leans over to kiss my chest even as she reaches between us and grasps my cock. "I don't know which I love more," she tells me with a little sigh. "The piercings or the spur."
"Do you…love them?" My breath hisses out from my throat as she rubs her folds along my length, wetting me with her juices.
"God, yes." Her words are moaned. "So much." She guides the head of my cock into her body, and I can feel her clench with excitement around my length. "So good," she tells me again. "So damn good."
I put my hands on her hips, concentrating on holding her steady as she works her way down my shaft with little twitches of her hips. She always goes slow, feeding me into her body the first time, and I'm not sure if it's because it's a tight fit, or if it just feels incredibly good to her. Maybe both. Either way, it's the most keffing erotic thing I've ever seen, and we both groan when she finally seats herself fully on my length.
Sophie splays her palms on my chest, bracing herself even as she works her hips, riding me. "Feel good?" she pants.
"Amazing," I reassure her. I love the sight of her working herself on my cock.
"How much?" she asks again, breathless.
"How much what?" She wants to talk now? Of all times?
She rocks back against me, seating herself fully on my cock again, and I groan at how good it feels. "How much did you bring in credits? To the Jabberwock?"
"Why?" I clutch at her hips when she stops moving, a serious expression on her face. "Sophie—"
"Enough to buy new limbs?" she presses. "Or at least one?"
I blink at her. "I…guess?"
"Then why haven't you?" She frowns down at me, as if I'm an idiot.
"We're really having this conversation now? With me balls deep inside you?" I can't even think straight, not with her channel clenching me so tight.
She rocks her hips against me and it's the most sensual—and most determined—thing I've ever seen. "Why do you live with awful limbs if you can get better, Jerrok? I want to know. Do you think you don't deserve it?" Her pace picks up again, and she begins to work herself on my cock furiously, her hips moving at a frantic pace. "You think…you don't…deserve good things?"
I shake my head, words failing me. I love the look of sheer determination on her face as she wrecks me with her pretty cunt, as she savagely takes what she wants from me, using me as she works on her next release. I can tell she's close when her entire body jerks after a particularly hard stroke, and I move my hand to her cunt, seeking out her clit.
Sophie cries out the moment I touch it, my fingers getting in the way of my spur, and it becomes a challenge to make sure she's constantly pleasured between fingers and spur, until she lets out a keening sound and clenches tight over me.
"My girl," I growl, my hands moving back to her hips as I rock deep inside her, forcefully claiming my own release. "My mate."
"Yours," she cries brokenly, her lower lip trembling as she pants. "Yours."
With a great shudder, I come, and it's like something breaks inside of me. I snarl incoherently as I work her hips on my length, spilling deep inside her with every grinding thrust, until she's full of my come and we're both sated. With a little sigh, Sophie leans forward, resting her cheek on my chest, and I stroke her hair. We're both sweaty and sticky, and I wouldn't move from this spot for all the credits in the universe.
