Page 39 of The Deeper Game
He slid his slippery fingers up my equally slippery stomach in the cool, pounding rain. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, gliding his warm, rough hands everywhere, like he was slicking the rain all over me.
Finally, he stretched out over me.
“I have to be inside you hard.”
That one didn’t need an answer. I pulled him to me by his hair.
He rolled us over sideways. I shifted so that his body was perfectly flush to mine so that the most skin was touching, right down to the toes.
“God, you feel good,” he said.
I felt his fingers move back to my hot, thrumming sex, sending delicious sensation deep into my core. He wasn’t the only one on the edge.
“I have to...” he grated feverishly.
“Hurry,” I said.
He slid a rough cheek over my nipple.
“After more of that,” I said.
“Are you on any rocks or branches or anything? I don’t want to fuck up your beautiful back,” he said. “I don’t want to drive you into something hard.”
He didn’t have to say any more. I knew he was so on the edge of control, he was worried that once he was in me, he wouldn’t be able to stop. So he wanted to make sure nothing sharp was under me.
Like a fucking gentleman. A gentlemanly type of a bear.
“It’s fine, Zeus. Fuck me into everything. Grind me down to China, I don’t care. Just fill me. Please. Now.”
He hissed out a breath and then he pushed my hand away from my crotch and guided himself into me, filling me.
“Yeah,” I said as he stretched over me, cock swollen and huge inside me. “This.”
He mumbled unintelligibly as he began to thrust.
“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me senseless, Zeus.”
He went harder. His wild fucking blotted out all the thoughts from my mind, all the fear and stalkers and weirdness. It was just me and Zeus and the biting rain and the cool, slippery mud, hurtling through the universe.
Uh-uh-uh,he grunted.Uh-uh-uh.
I caressed his back, feeling such love for him, wanting even more of him, whatever he had to give. The brutality, the care, the whole damn thing.
Uh-uh,he began. He mauled my jawline with his mouth as he fucked me. Like he wanted to eat my whole muddy, rain-soaked head.
Then he found my ear.
He bit down on my earlobe—hard.
The sharp, dark pleasure of it shot through me like a bullet, and I pulled him to me, trying to grab a hold on his slippery back.
“Yes,” I panted. “More. Just…fuck…”
As if he could fuck me more.
My words didn’t have to make sense. They were more like musical notes that I had to get out of myself or I’d burst.
Twin sensations warred for attention within me—the sting of his teeth on my earlobe and the building pleasure between my legs from the wild, huge thickness of him. Over and over, he invaded me with his massive girth, keeping hold of my ear with his teeth, merciless with the pain and pleasure under the dark, drenched sky.
