Page 59 of Vengeance of the Gods

Vega didn’t stand a chance. She wanted to talk back, to tell him to get fucked, but that was what she was trying to do, and she didn’t want to screw it up! So for once in her life, Vega kept her sassy-ass comments to herself and—oh, who was she kidding? She was consumed with ecstasy. There was no room left for snide remarks.

“Holy shit,” she mewled, raising up on her knees to sink back down when Bridger pressed deeper.

“Gods, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Bridger gritted his teeth, leaning into her and taking a nipple in his mouth. He swirled the pebbled bud with his tongue, sucking gently before he switched to the other, using his teeth to roll it between his lips.

Vega was going to lose it. She was going to come too quickly. All she wanted was to live in this little bubble of pleasure, never letting it go.

Her nipples ached, turning cold without his warm mouth around them.

Bridger brushed over her parted lips with his thumb. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Gods. His voice was so deep she could feel it.

Vega’s hands wrapped around his wrist, pulling his strong grip to her throat.

After almost being killed by asphyxiation twice in three days, most wouldn’t even consider asking for it again… But Vega wasn’t most, and she trusted Bridger with this. He knew what he was doing. After all, he’d been the one to discover Vega’s love for rough sex in the first place.

But now more than ever, the pain accompanied with the pleasure reminded Vega she was alive.

Bridger’s eyes lit with the flame she’d been hoping for. “Oh, you want to see stars?” He tightened his grip slowly, waiting for Vega to answer.

A bearable rush of pain sent a visible chill down her spine.

“Yes,” Vega whimpered.

Bridger locked his massive hand under her jaw, and squeezed until she couldn’t find the extra air to moan.

As expected, he was careful not to put pressure where Chase’s hands had been. His hold was meant for something opposite of death.

Between the lack of oxygen, Bridger’s ravenous gaze, and the third finger he’d slid inside her, Vega took a tumble.

Catching the gleam in her eye, Bridger loosened his grip, giving her the air she needed to plummet into oblivion and become one with the fucking stars.

“That’s it. Come all over my fingers, baby.” Bridger’s voice was husky, and Vega wasn’t sure what the look in his eyes meant when hers were rolling into the back of her skull.

The walls of her pussy clenched Bridger’s fingers, her hips bucking as her orgasm racked through her body. “Bridger.” Her moan turned his name into a version with at least ten r’s.

He rubbed his thumb against her clit until Vega’s moans of pleasure turned into breathy pants. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” Bridger wrapped his free arm around her and slid her off his lap, pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth to clean off. Bridger slid his tongue down them with one more long, languid lick. “You taste so much better than I remember.”

When the fog of Vega’s mind cleared, her fingers worked the buttons of Bridger’s shirt. He shook his shoulders, letting the shirt fall behind him. “How can someone be so gods-damned hot?”

Smooth, Vega. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Bridger’s muscles tensed, his biceps flexing and the veins in his arms bulging as he yanked her out of her leggings. He watched Vega widen her legs, the gleam from a pole light running down her inner thigh without her knee in the way casting shadows.

Bridger trapped his bottom lip between his teeth with a famished hum vibrating deep inside his chest. “I was just wondering the same thing.”

Vega fumbled with the button on his pants, not as smooth as he was after that earth-shattering orgasm. She would probably never be the same, would probably have to become celibate after this—no one was ever going to do what Bridger did to her, making her feel the way he could.

She’d had her fair share of sex to know.

Bridger didn’t rush her, didn’t push her to go faster. He only watched as Vega finally got her fingers to work and unbuttoned his tented pants. She trailed a hand down to the bulge of his straining cock, applying pressure with her palm.

The muscles in his stomach constricted, forming a v when he rolled his hips and rubbed his erection against Vega’s hand. Bridger’s fingers slipped into the waistband of his fitted boxers, and Vega tugged, freeing him from pants-prison.

Her mouth watered when his dick bobbed against his lower abdomen. “Holy shit.” Okay, so maybe she hadn’t remembered exactly how big he was.

He pumped himself once, twice, three times. Vega watched, mouth watering as his thumb slid over his tip to wipe precum across the head. “I’ll go as slow as you need.” Bridger shifted forward, crouching so he wouldn’t hit his head, until Vega was on her back and he hovered over her.