“Dang,” I said, pumping his cock and tightening my core muscles.
He groaned.
I pushed him backward, and he pulled out of me, giving me the space that I asked for.
I pushed him onto his back, then went for his cock.
My mouth circled the tip, and his hands fisted in my hair. “Oh, fuck.”
I tasted myself along his length, trailing sloppy, wet kisses along him until I was certain he was wet enough.
Covering his cock with as much of my mouth as I could, I sucked hard, letting my saliva flow.
“No more,” he urged. “I won’t make it.”
We couldn’t have that, could we?
I crawled over the top of him, settled my pussy against his cock and ground myself on top of him.
When his cock head found its way to my entrance, I reached backward and fisted it before guiding him inside of me.
It took some work, but a whole lot less of it than earlier.
When I was down on top of him fully, my ass against the top of his thighs, his eyes squeezed shut and the veins in his neck bulged.
“Trying to wrangle back that control?” I teased.
He cursed me.
I started to ride him in long, deep strokes.
Taking him the way that I knew my body needed.
“Fuck,” he growled, tensing underneath me.
I smiled as I closed my eyes, chasing the feeling that was building up inside of me.
My belly tightened, and my pussy started to clench.
“Oh god,” Odin growled. “You better be close, because I’m about to fill you so full.”
I was.
Not that I told him.
My belly clenched.
So close.
Soooo close.
I chased it, grinding and fucking him.
“I’m coming.” He pulled me down tight and took over.
The orgasm I’d been chasing changed, and not for the worse.
For the better.
