Page 126 of Lunar Diamonds
Had I been too full on? “You don’t need to?—”
He moved quickly, throwing my legs over his shoulders. “Like this?”
Ah. There you go. Treat me like a sex toy.“Yeah…”
He spat onto his fingers, sliding them into me. My head tilted back as he broke the barrier, the first bite of pain a welcome arrival.
“So fucking tight.” He spoke with such husky cadence to his voice I thought I’d cum right there and then.
Wow.
In and out, in and out, stretching me until I begged him to fill me with something bigger.
Much, much bigger. A spectacular specimen of girth and length waiting to take me to paradise.
“Get in me,” I said aloud, meaning to think it.
Oops. But nothing that wasn’t true.
He laughed, positioning his hardness against my crevice. His hair fell over his face, forcing him to rake it back.
I loved that move, my juices rippling in response.
His eyes met mine again. “Ready?”
“Fuck me.”
His lips quirked into a naughty smirk as he buried himself deep.
My feet scrunched up, my hands clawing at the duvet. The bite of pain, the filling of the nerve-rich canal, and then the pleasure. Oh, the pleasure, my body an inferno of yumminess.
Drake moved his liquid hips, building his rhythm quickly.
I swung my hands around to grab his arse, slapping the cheeks. Like hitting a tambourine, but with a lovely jiggle.
He claimed my mouth with his, sliding deeper, hitting my ‘YES’ button. His stubble rubbed against me, its roughness enough to throw a log on the fire of desire.
Hell to the yes.
I clung to his gorgeous arse cheeks, saying goodbye to reality.
Yeah, get lost.
One good thing the High Coven achieved was the eradication of disease. Not death, but all sickness, including STIs. Able toshag safely in the knowledge your partner wouldn’t leave you with warts on your balls.
Drake pounded me harder, panting, sweating along with me. I shuffled, lifting my hips higher for him. Holding on tight, my cock brushing against the ridges of his abs.
“Riley…” he breathed. “Fuck.”
I squeezed his buttocks, my balls tightening. “I’m close.”
More heat rising, a heady rush toward the crescendo.
He fucked me harder, piledriving me.
Wow. I’d never fucked with saliva before. This friction drove me crazy, a real remedy to the crappiness of the day.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said with a delicious grunt.
