“God, you feel good,” he grunted while my mind went blissfully quiet.
He held my hips possessively as he pushed deeper, his head dropping back as he let out a string of curses in a language I could not understand.
“Please, give me everything,” I breathed, my eyes rolled into the back of my head at how incredible this felt. How freeing.
As if the last thread of his control snapped, he thrusted his cock, filling me to the hilt, stretching me. My eyes closed and a sigh escaped my lips as he started to move. In and out. In and out. It was pure indulgence.
Until he stopped.
Lykos hovered above me, his biceps taut on either side of my head, muscles straining as if even the smallest movement might cause him to shatter.
The heat of him was there, the weight, the closeness, and yep—he was still rock hard. But his expression was torn.
“What is it?” I asked, uncertain how to interpret this complete 180.
The warmth that had filled me moments ago began to recede, replaced by a creeping unease. My fingers twitched against him, searching for reassurance that didn’t come.
I watched his throat bob on a rough swallow.
“Condom,” he rasped.
“Shit,” I murmured. “I completely forgot.”
“Me too.” He slid out of me, cum—or maybe my juices—smeared all over his cock. I felt deflated, my walls clenching at the loss.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmured.
“I’m just as much at fault here.” I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to dwell on the fact that I’d momentarily lost my senses. Besides, he hadn’t finished inside me. “Just please tell me you’re clean.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in six years, so… yeah, definitely clean.”
I scrambled to sit upright. “You’re lying.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Unfortunately not.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Let’s rectify that. I’m clean too. Now, please tell me you have a condom.”
He got up and grabbed his wallet, pulled a condom out, then threw the billfold back on the nightstand. He handed it to me.
“Put it on me.”
I licked my lips, the crackle of the foil filling the room as I opened the package, and suddenly I felt like a fucking porn star.
I sat up, leaning over and peppering kisses over his ripped stomach. Once I had him sheathed, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his large body. He pulled me closer, dragging my face to his.
“You want to fuck me?” His mouth brushed against mine.
“Desperately,” I admitted, while silently vowing to rock this man’s world.
He smirked, giving me a slow, sexy smile before slapping my ass lightly. “Then ride my cock.”
He took my mouth in a lingering kiss. His big hands grabbed my hips, and I could feel his cock at my entrance. He guided me down, filling me up, then, without a warning, slammed me down the rest of the way.
“Ohhhh.” My eyes shot to the ceiling, my pulse throbbing.
“Fuck me, golden one,” he demanded.
Our eyes locked as he maneuvered me up and down, and I could feel every single inch of him. His thick shaft swellinginside me. His eyes hooded as he looked up at me like I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
