“More.” My lips bumped against his as I spoke.
He started to move, slowly at first to make sure that I was comfortable. When I dug my nails in and cried out for more, he sped up.
His cock filled me with hard, fast thrusts.
Over and over again until I was barreling straight into my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he filled me full moments after I came.
I slammed my mouth down on his, swallowing his growl.
He panted against my mouth when I finally allowed him some air, his arms wrapped around me so securely that I knew I’d never go anywhere if he didn’t want me to.
Laughter filtered into our bubble, and he reluctantly put me down on my feet and slid out of me.
I felt the warm rush of his release spill down my thigh.
“I need a bathroom,” I admitted.
“Come to my room,” he said. “I have an attached bath that I share with Black.”
I squeezed his hand. “Why didn’t we just go there in the first place?”
He caught my hand and led me through a large room that had a lot more people in it than I first thought.
My cheeks flushed as we walked through.
“Fuck off,” Odin called to someone that I couldn’t see because I refused to pick my head up.
Laughter followed.
But we were in the hallway by then, and he was tugging me down the longest hallway in the world.
“I’m at the end,” he said.
I kept walking, feeling more and more of him leaking out of me every step that I took.
“Your mom has Wendy for the night?”
“Yes,” I promised.
“Good,” he said. “Not that I don’t adore her, but I’d rather have some one-on-one time with your pussy tonight.”
He pushed the door open to his room, pushed me inside, and slammed the door closed.
Before I could get a good look at this “room” of his, he tore my dress off over my head.
I was left standing there in ballet flat sneakers and nothing else.
He stripped his own clothes off, then tackled me to the bed that was taking up the majority of the space in his room.
Moments later he was sliding his cock right back inside of me.
Right where he belonged.
Two hours later, we finally emerged from his room.
Me in a pair of his sweatpants that were three sizes too big and a sweatshirt that was much the same.
