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White pours down my eyes.
I tremble. I cry. I scream. I laugh.
I’ve heard of clit orgasms and g-spot orgasms, but this is something else entirely. My whole body splits apart and knots back together in a soul orgasm. Gasping for air, my hands slip off of his horns and I tumble backward.
Hands catch me just before I hit the water, and guide me to float on the surface. Heat welcomes me, but it’s cold compared to the lava burning just under my skin. I’m on fire. No, I’m a star being birthed in a new galaxy. The first of its kind, but hopefully not the last.
A low snort wrenches my eyes open. I didn’t realize they were closed until I focus from the snow built up on the glass roof to the man holding me. He darts the tip of his tongue to just under his nose and groans. “That smell…that taste…”
His hands clench, brushing the tips of his claws down my spine. Steam puffs from his nose with another snort, and he shakes his head. Laying before him, my whole body exposed, I tremble. He’s never looked so much like an animal as he does staring at me.
With my underused abs, I sit up in the water. My legs sink down and I drift toward him. He isn’t stomping his hoof or clawing to escape, but my head is screaming at me that he’s a wild animal. And they can do anything.
“Hey, big guy?” I ask.
His head stops shaking and feral eyes focus on me. I got what I wanted. I can just turn around and run through that door. Back home. Forget all of this happened—literally.
I take his cock in my hand. The wild beast huffs. “Show me what you’ve got.”
CHAPTER 7
THE HANDS THAT held me safe while he sucked on my clit, wrench back, and grip the stones. Whatever was left of the retaining wall crumbles as I innocently glide my palm an inch up his shaft. His eyes burn as he watches, but he doesn’t move to stop me.
Grunting, he pulls back his lips in an attempt at a snarl to scare me off. “You don’t understand what you have.”
“Hmm, I’m pretty sure it’s a penis,” I say and curl my fist tight. My fingers almost meet around his shaft in the middle. It tapers off toward the crown. Maybe it’s the water but looking toward his balls, I swear the base is wider than a Stanley Cup bottom.
It’s the water. Gotta be.
A low hiss pulls me closer. Veins pulse up his biceps. Chunks of granite tumble into the pool. But still, he doesn’t stop me.
“You know, a dick. The ol’ John Hancock. A one-eyed trouser snake.” My mouth’s run off without me. I can’t stop talking as my hand rises out of the water and up his shaft. Krampus hasn’t said a word, but his groans and grunts send me on a whirlwind.
I’m not some helpless damsel trussed up for the monster to cart back to his den to have his way with.
I’m a bad bitch who will bring that monster to heel, and he’ll love every second.
“Your pulsing.” I clench my hand and he moans. “Throbbing.” Another clench sends his head rolling back. I’m nearly on top of him. His thighs float around me. It’d take nothing for him to trap me in between them. But he sits there, enjoying every second.
I release my grip and walk the tips of my fingers up his swirling vein. Dot by dot, I follow it right to that gold ring. “Manhood,” I declare as I roll my palm up over the crown—teasing the mushroom head—and thumb the hoop.
Red eyes pierce through me. His tight body collapses, knocking the last of the shattered stones into the water. Sweat glistens down his chest as he gulps. “If you do this…” His breath shakes and he stares down at my hand holding his knob. “You should be prepared for the consequences.”
The words clang with a warning, but every inch of his body screams for me to keep going.
“What? Do streamers shoot out when I rub it right?” I start to laugh, missing the claws that take my chin. He moved faster than I could blink.
Holding me so I can’t look away, he pulls himself closer until all I can see are those double pupils dilated to the size of dimes. “If you continue down this path, it will be hard, it will be rough, it will stretch you beyond your limits, and it may destroy you.”
Okay, so we got one good. Great. Fucking amazing orgasm. Let’s bounce before…
Before…
You looked at his cock, didn’t you?
And you want to feel that gold hoop fucking you from inside.
Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
