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“Say it,” he demanded before he sucked on the side of my neck. Chills hit me, and I arched into him with need. The hard length of his cock slid through the crease of my ass.
When I tried to tip my hips to bring him between my legs, he pulled back. “Say. It,” he bit out with a growl in my ear and a tweak to each nipple before he settled on one.
Whimpering with need, I reached back to grab him and panted out what he wanted to hear.
“I’m yours.”
“Goddamn right you are,” he said with a feral groan. His arms were wrapped around me. One held the column of my throat as he teased the side of my neck. The other went from torturing my nipples to circling my clit. I fought between trying to increase the pressure to my clit and pressing back into his cock.
“Ogun, I need you. Please,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he murmured as he continued to play with me. By the time his fingers slid between my pussy lips, I was damn near writhing with desire. Lust exploded in my chest and flooded every inch of me. A dark chuckle sounded as he thrust in the slick crease repeatedly.
Two fingers, then three filled me as the heel of his hand ground against my clit and he continued to stroke against my ass. “Please,” I cried as I rode his hand like I was having a fucking seizure.
Steadily, he worked me over until I threw my head back as I shouted his name. The pulsing of his cock against my ass and the hot burst to my back were followed by his moans against the wet skin of my shoulder.
Legs like Jell-O, I could barely stand. He rinsed us off with rapidly cooling water, then shut it off and opened the shower door. He stepped out first and grabbed two towels. One he used to dry every inch of me before wrapping my hair up. The other, dried himself with as I watched hungrily.
“Just because you made me come, doesn’t mean I don’t still want you inside me,” I said in a husky tone. It made me feel powerful to watch his cock jump at my words.
“I don’t want to overtax you. You’ve been through a lot.”
Weak rationale. I felt incredible—all things considered.
Without arguing, I gathered my courage and walked naked to his bed. Taking my time, I arched my back invitingly as I turned the linens back. The sharp inhalation told me that he’d gotten an eyeful when I’d bent over.
A naughty smile curled my lips as I shed the towel from my hair and climbed into the bed. My gaze caught and held his as I bent my legs up and spread them wide. With one hand, I played with my nipple like he had in the shower; the other slipped between my legs.
“I want you,” I said before sliding two fingers deep inside my heated channel and running my tongue over my bottom lip. Greedily, my pussy gripped my fingers like I wanted to do to his thick cock. “Here.”
“Goddamn motherfuckin’ temptress,” he muttered as he stalked to the bed. He stopped at the foot, staring at where my fingers made slick, sloppy sounds as they slid in and out. My heart began to race in anticipation, and my chest heaved as I tried to drag oxygen into my lungs. The thought of having him inside me was enough to kick up all my body’s systems until I thought I might combust.
With a growl, he grabbed my ankles and jerked me down until my ass almost fell off the bed, the comforter rolled and wadded underneath me. As I gripped his cock tight and stroked it until a clear bead of precum dripped from the tip, the messed-up covers no longer mattered. Then he lined it up and shoved that fucker all the way to the base.
Though I was prepared, I screamed his name at the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He pushed my ankles until my knees were to my chest. “That’s what you get for teasing,” he ground out as he smacked my ass. My eyes bugged in surprise, but the wetness that flooded my pussy was what shocked me more than his hand landing on my tender flesh.
Without giving me time to adjust, he pulled back his hips and thrust forward. Harder and harder he fucked me, sending my eyes closed, a grunt escaping my lips with each deep thrust. Every so often, he would give me a smack to one side or the other. By then my ass was burning and tender, but I was in sensation overload, teetering on falling off the ledge.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so good. So fucking good,” he ground out as he plowed into me again and again. His fingertips dug into the front of my thighs for better grip. I’d surely have bruises, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was us and how good we were together.
Sex with Ogun was dark and dangerous, yet everything good, all wrapped up into one tempting ball of sin. One that I’d happily jump on the bus to hell for in order to experience it for the rest of my life.
“Fuck! Oh God! I’m going to come!” I burst out as it hit me like a freaking truck. I was thrashing, and my eyes rolled in my head as he continued to fuck me through the mind-altering orgasm of the century.
“Yes! Fuuuuck!” He moaned as he buried himself deep, and the powerful pulsing of his thick cock told me he was filling me with his hot cum. That alone sent me into cataclysmic aftershocks of my orgasm. Hell, it might’ve been another one altogether. I’d honestly lost track.
When my head finally quit spinning and I was capable of speech, I stared, dazed, at the ceiling.
“Fuck, I think my hooha might be broken after that,” I said as I damn near drooled in my sexually satisfied stupor.
His gasping bark of laughter caused him to slip out a little. As he leaned up between my legs, he pushed his semihard length inside again and kissed me. “I’d be willing to bet you anything you wanted that it’s just fine. If you give me a bit to recover, I’ll prove it to you.”
That caused me to laugh, and it pushed him out all the way. We both groaned in disappointment, and my nose curled at the warmth running out of me because I knew it was landing on the covers.
He helped my boneless body up the bed, then crawled up to wrap around me like a giant man-cocoon. Those skilled fingers of his trailed across my skin, and a comfortable silence ensued.
Finally, I asked the question that had been in the back of my mind. “What are you going to do with Grishka and Anatoly?”
“I can’t say more than I already have. But what I can tell you is that you need never fear them again.” It was said with such finality that I knew he meant what he’d said earlier—that they were going to die. Deep inside, I tried to find empathy or sorrow, but I couldn’t. Not a scrap.
Unable to respond, I nodded.
Little did he know, I had a plan of my own.
