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“I’m not worried about that,” I mumble. “Just impatient. I need to feel you inside me. Ride me, stallion.”

He snorts and flexes his hips, pushing into me. I can feel all my internal tissues stretching to the max, but it doesn’t burn. There’s just a pleasurable sense of fullness, and a sort of tingling sensation, as though we were made to be compatible.

Keeping his fingers in the V shape, he slowly strokes my clit up and down, completely distracting me as he pushes deeper. I can actually feel my clit swelling even more as he strokes it, using my own moisture to keep everything slick.

His enormous cock hits my G-spot, and I gasp. I can come over and over from clit stimulation, but I almost never come from penetration. There have been times I’ve doubted I even have a G-spot. But he’s found it easily, and he’s rubbing it with the tip of his cock, which has stimulatory ridges on it.

“Oh my gods,” I moan. “This is better than anything ever.”

He grunts and pushes a little deeper, stretching me even more. I tip forward slightly, and he grabs my hip with his free hand to keep me where he wants me.

“Fuck yes,” I grit out. “Manhandle me.”

I’m still trembling with orgasmic aftershocks, and I can sense another one just around the bend. It won’t take much to send me over, but I want to hold out as long as I can. I want to feel Wick’s cock dragging over my G-spot again and again and again.

He pumps into me, hard enough that I have to hold on to the chair to keep my balance. His fingers never leave my clit, tweaking and toying with it, even as he begins to grunt and groan. I can feel him swelling inside me as his own climax builds, and my muscles grip him tighter.

“Fuck, I can feel that,” he says. “Do it again.”

I flex against him and he shudders. Loving the power I have to make him feel good, I squeeze harder. Squeeze, release. Squeeze release.

He’s chanting behind me, a string of curses that indicate exactly how much he’s enjoying this. His hands get rougher; the grip on my hip tightens and his fingers squeeze my clit even harder. What with that, the constant G-spot stimulation, and the way I’m squeezing against him, I don’t have a chance.

I scream as the next orgasm crashes over me. My body goes limp and my vision turns dark; there is nothing but endless swirls of ecstasy spinning through me. Dimly, I hear him shout and feel his liquid heat pour into me, but all it does is spur my body on, wracking waves of pleasure making me shake and shiver.

At long last, he drapes over my back, pushing up both into the chair. He’s still hard inside me, and doesn’t seem to be moving.

“Give it a minute,” he says, his voice gritty. “My cock has a tie. It has to release before I can pull out.”

I manage to nod, happy to remain a puddle on the chair.

Finally, after several minutes, he manages to extract himself. I hear his footsteps, and when he returns, he picks me up and sets me in the chair properly. “Water,” he says, handing me a glass.

I chug it down, feeling drier than the Sahara.

As the afterglow begins to fade and my brain comes back online, a chill settles over my skin. I grab the throw blanket from the back of the chair and wrap myself in it, thoughts already returning to the problems at the lodge.

He gives me a look from the couch where he flopped in exhaustion. “You look like you’re planning something.”

“Maybe.”

“Gonna tell me?”

I pull the blanket tighter. “Something just occurred to me. Something that’s important to both of us,” I say.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“I’ve thought about it, and there’s only one way to put a stop to the treasure hunting for good. To keep us both happy. I have to find the Lady’s Tear myself. And you’re going to help me.”

THE END

(for now)

About the Author

Greetings! I’m Vivienne, and I write all things magical and mysterious, from fairy tales to alien romance to futuristic whodunits.

I’ve been writing fantastic tales since I could hold a pencil. Captivated by fanciful stories from a young age, I gradually began to create my own worlds filled with fantastic creatures and monstrous beasts. Now a USA Today bestselling author, I'm still sending my characters on as many wild journeys and dark adventures as I can.

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