Page 31 of Hades

It was fitting as hell.

Smirking to himself, Hades let her chatter on, telling him how this was out of character, that she loved her fiancé, but they’d had problems lately with fertility and she—yadda, yadda yadda. It was white noise as far as he was concerned.

Now he could smell her arousal he just wanted to screw, bang, fuck.

And to fuck hard.

Why did women have to talk so fucking much? It never ended. She had family obligations for children, blah blah, and her husband couldn’t — honestly, Hades checked out at that point before her inane yapping bored the boner right out of him.

The space in the back of the Hummer was large, his legs weren’t cramped, and his head didn’t graze the roof. Reaching out he palmed against her lips. “Enough,” he told her in a tone she’d understand, and it worked. Silence was golden. “Your marriage woes are not my concern. You still wearing your panties is. Take ‘em off, sweet love.”

Whether it was the old endearment he’d once used to talk her out of her clothes or she really was as horny as he was, but she sort of sighed dreamily and reached under her skirt and shimmied out of her underwear, they too joined her cardigan on the front seat.

Cognizant that ten minutes ago he had not one thought of Dana in his head and hadn’t for years, and yet here she was without her underwear, probably sloppy wet between her slit and he was about to get buried hard inside her.

Maybe he should buy a lotto ticket the way his luck was going tonight.

“But do you understand what I’m saying, Kyle?” she asked when he was part way across the seat, his free hand went to his belt, unbuckling, unzipping, the tip of his cock tingled now it knew it was about to get some and he couldn’t wait. Her aura wholly swallowed around him until his breaths gained momentum as they heaved out of his mouth.

Eyes narrowed. Didn’t he tell her to stop talking? He was sure he’d told her enough. What was she going on about?

His vision adjusted to the darkness and he picked out the gleam of her eyes, luminously bright and expectant like he should have the answer she wanted but here was the thing; he hadn’t been listening, why would he?

Rolling a shoulder, he reached under her skirt, stroking the warm skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a shocked gasp from her before it rumbled into one of pleasure the closer her got to her pussy. “Sure.” He told her. And the answer seemed to please Dana because she attacked.

Her mouth turned crazy on his. Not really a fan of kissing, Hades allowed it for a minute, her tongue was warm and wet and a little wild thing in his mouth, he pushed her down, leaning over her prone body.

“Please.” She purred.

He sure as fuck would.

Unfettered lust undertook him, and he let himself go.

The surge of lust almost cut off circulation to the rest of his body. Reaching into his pants he pulled out his thick cock, it ached and felt angry in his palm, the need to fuck was a screaming roar in the back of his head.

Dana was breathing hard; her legs had already opened like he’d willed it and he settled his much bigger body over hers in the cradle of her dirty, little wide thighs. He smirked knowing she was the good girl once again on the dark side of his tracks wanting what the bad boy could give.

Using a hand to roughly shove up her clothing until it bunched around her waist, he did the same to the top half only yanking it down, hearing a tiny tear neither took notice of. Not wearing a bra her tits were still spectacular. Perky, peach and suckable.

He latched on instantly, biting the tip just enough to have her arching back with a cry, her hand tunneled into his hair, holding him to her nipple, wanting more of the suck. With a snap of his head he severed her fingers free, she moaned her complaint. Grasping her chin, he held her up, with enough light coming in from the moon he could see her face clearly. “Are you turned on, sweet love?”

“God. Yes.” She panted. “So much. Please.”

The begging did something to him. Suddenly the need felt desperate.Fuck her. Fuck her now. Fuck her hard until it hurt.“Say it again.”

“Please.” She shivered wildly, grinding her lower portion of her body against his where he held the tip of his dick to her wetness. So fucking wet it was practically swimming in heat and the need to ram her full to the brim was a noise he just wouldn’t ignore.

With a deep slam he buried in. Had to push andpushuntil her tightness permitted all of him. Maybe he hurt her, he hoped he did, she sounded a bit helpless and in truth Hades didn’t care, she asked for this. If she thought she was getting hearts and flowers kind of sex she should have stayed with Zach the baseball player tonight.

Hades fucked. And it was all he knew how to do. It was all he wanted.

Bringing his hand to her hip, he gripped her tightly, so he could lift her into his slams. Wet, dripping, the slide was fucking amazing, the pleasure already gathering at the base of his spine. He remembered this. He’d craved this once upon a time. His hard expression faded as the pleasure took hold. Pulling free, he slid his pulsing cock back in, slow and hard, going as deep as her small body could take and this time she did wince. A spike of pleasure knowing she suffered for a second under his constant rams filled his belly like a balloon and he did it again, even as she moaned she flinched and lifted her hips for another.

Hades knew he was big. Most of the women he screwed said they couldn’t handle his size, how much it hurt at first as he tried to stuff all of himself inside in one hard thrust. Most couldn’t take it and that was frustrating as hell to not have all his cock encased in close-fitting wetness.

So, maybe sometimes he got a little rough.

Back when he and Dana had fooled around the first time around she wasn’t much into participation once she’d initially stated wanting sex from him. She’d allow him to put her in all manner of positions and he’d taken advantage of her subservient nature to let his freak fly.

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