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“Deeper,” I beg, panting and my head starts spinning, “harder, faster...”
“You sure?” Blaise asks. He makes it sound like I shouldn’t be.
I nod excitedly and he obliges, plunging into me so hard that I start whimpering. He stretches me in a way that no man ever has. I’m untouched territory and he’s preying on me. He’s so damn strong, using my whole body to pull down his length in frantic strokes.
“Oooh, I’m getting so s...soar,” I cry and he pauses, his sharp breaths ringing in my ear and my core is both stinging and burning but it only causes fleshy, little pulses to increase.
“Giving up so soon? You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice throaty. When I don’t answer, he reaches around and stimulates me in teasing rubs and tweaks and asks me again.
“No! Stop threatening me,” I pant, “and keep going, dammit...”
He obliges, grinding harder, closer, wilder and if I thought it was getting rough before it’s even worse now and my legs nearly lift from the sand until I’m only on my hands. But it’s too late for him to show me any pity now and my own screams make me deaf. It takes a while for me to realize that Blaise is coming too and we blow up in a sparks and heat, both rattled to our core.
We tumble down on the sand, skin to skin and I look up at him in shock as he seems to be in shock too. But he doesn’t look that way for long, before he slides down my body with an unnerving smirk.
When he sneakily slips his tongue between my thighs, I let out a sob because I feel way too sensitive, but then I yank at his hair to pull him in closer. I can’t get enough of him, it’s as simple as that.
He might be difficult and grumpy but he’s a deity in bed (beach, but who’s picky) and I want to be his priestess and his slut. And judging by the possessive look in his eyes, he seems to want that too.
What the eff is happening to us...?
9.
Zerena
See, I always thought that Blaise was the kind who does the fucking and doesn’t allow anyone to fuck him. But he actually does let me do it in his shower as he’s seated on the bench and I’m spread over his lap.
My hands are tied behind my back by his, bigger ones, causing my tits to perkily jut in his face and he hungrily runs his lips over them, then my mouth and back to my swells again.
He’s got one of those fancy showers, with shower heads everywhere. I blink furiously when I get a stream into my eye. Blaise’s mouth pulls to the side, before he lifts me up and turns me around so that I’m not getting any water in my eye but now I’m facing the mirrors.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that Blaise does look like something right out of mythology. His body is tan all over, burly and brimming with energy and he never makes any weird grimaces when coming.
I squirm and writher and wiggle, heatedly moving over his erection and he lets out guttural sounds, letting me know I’m making him wild. His hands are on my hips in a tight grasp and I love the feel of our slippery bodies, smacking together. It’s a little more tender now but we’re both still on blaze. Bouncing up and down on him, I grab his hands,
“Hold my tits, please,” I pant, because I need some support at the speed I’m going at it.
He groans against my neck and clasps them, attacking the tips with his fingers until my moans echo all throughout the bathroom, my insides clenching and the release is powerful.
Just like the man responsible for it.
“Did I tell you Miss Crichlow,” he says in a deeply satisfied voice as his lips move over my throat. “That you have a pussy good enough for the gods?”
Turning to look at him, I’m struck by how otherworldly he is. So polished and yet not at all, especially when he’s not wearing a fitted suit and something as simple as breathing, is a challenge around him.
“I seem to recall you saying something about it tasting like ambrosia,” I snigger. “And only the best is good enough for you right?” I purr and he nods.
“Only the best,” he agrees and I shoot him a smile. His eyes look different, definitely more molten and definitely less intimidating. “Zerena,” he adds with a delicious curve of his lips.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a kick out of this. Forget about shopping, wine tasting and chocolate. Nothing gives a girl more of a buzz than to see a man like Pendragon act all docile and unguarded. His hair is ruffled, his jaw doesn’t look like its hurting anymore and the only time he clenched his fists was when I took him into my mouth and gagged.
If I can get him to act more like this then I wouldn’t mind thirty ONS in a row.
What are those called again? Right, a budding relationship.You’re from two different worlds, my inner mermaid screams but I ignore that stupid fish.
“Blaise,” I whisper back and he doesn’t correct me and it’s a relief to not have to call him Mr. Pendragon anymore. He turns off the water and gets up, looking at me with a slightly bewildered look on his face. I’m bewildered too. I always thought I was the kind of girl who stood by her ideologies.
Saving the planet is important. It’s still important but apparently not as important as getting rammed by Blaise. Feels good to know I have my priorities straight.
