Page 92 of All Superheroes Need PR
I grin, showing her a mouth studded in fangs that she doesn’t cower from even a little. “I did. I do. Why don’t you lie back and ...”
“No. I want this.” She licks her lips and strokes my length again with her full fist before I can stop her. Shit, that’s a lie. I don’t try to stop her at all. My head rolls on my neck, and I just fucking enjoy the slow ministrations of her fingertips across my erection, over the weird-as-shit head, back down the even weirder bumps below.
And then that rumbling picks up in my chest, like a mythological dragon’s purr, and her scent grows stronger, and she slams her knees together, and she whimpers around the head of my cock as she feeds it into her mouth, sucking the tip.
“I want you so damn bad, Nessa.” I grab her by the hair and pull her back so that her lips are only just grazing the curved head of my cock. Her eyes flutter, and I wait for her to look up at me. “But you have to know.” My chest is heaving. “When I come, the beads on the bottom will expand and fill you all the way up.”
She chokes, topples onto her hip on the couch, and looks up at me with wide eyes. “Like aknot?” she blurts.
“I don’t know what that is.”
Her blush could singe even me as she looks away and stutters, “I just ... It’s something ... I read it in a romance ... book ... once. I just ... I’m okay with it.” She’s squeaking again, her back buried between the pillows, her knees up by her chest but awkwardly splayed. She tries to pull them back together, but I reach forward and hold her legs apart. I inhale deep and hold it, the scent of her absolutely fucking mesmerizing. Standing above her, I lower to my knees on the couch between her parted legs and leave my dick bobbing between us. My claws trail lightly down the outsides of her thighs.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she squeaks so high, it’s not even a word, but I’ll take it.
Chuckling, I wrap my dark pink hand around her thin, brown neck. I press up, forming a necklace that covers her throat. I come down on her hard after that, my lips to hers. I nip at first, slow and then faster, encouraged by the sounds she makes. Her back is flush to the couch seats. Her knees are cocked at ninety-degree angles, shoved up by her armpits. She’s so damn flexible. I can bend her into any shape I want.
“Breathe, baby.”
She gasps, but she’s struggling. I drag my hand from her neck to her chest. “Breathe.”
She smiles as she starts to get her breath under control and then starts to laugh. “I should be embarrassed ...”
I shake my head. “What did I tell you about that?”
“I know. I just was going to say ... I’m not.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“I’m just not used to this, Rollo.”
“Getting fucked by a guy who looks like the devil who’s about to fill you with his cum? Because, baby, I hate to break it to you, I know that too.”
“Oh my God, yes. But it’s not ... not just that ...” Her breathing’s picked up again, and I have to shush her twice before she can continue.When she does, I plant two small kisses on her lips, pleased that her injuries have fully healed and have only left behind the smallest scars.
“Then what is it?” I exhale against her lips.
“I’m justsoin love with you.”
My voice hitches. I can’t wait. I place my massive erection at her entrance and push forward. I need no additional lubrication. She’s a mess already, and the head of my cock slides into her easily. The rest, though, takes work.
We rock against each other for the better part of twenty minutes, groping and pawing at each other. Kissing until my jaw aches and panting until she runs out of breath and we have to stop once, and then again for a longer period.
“I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again. You’re gonna be the death of me, Nessa,” I breathe against her ear as my cock finally slides home inside of her body. Hip to hip, pubic bone to pubic bone.
Her eyes are fluttering; she’s shaking all the way through. I hold her legs against me, trying to support their weight. She’s simultaneously boneless and crazed. Her nails are scoring my back, heels kicking against my ass every time I thrust into her farther. Her fingers comb through my hair, finding my horns and holding on to them at the roots like if she doesn’t, she’ll fly away.
“Not if I die first.”
“You’re never going to die,” I growl, anger causing the tips of my horns to blaze bright with flame. She releases their base on a giggle. I smile in return, watching the light from my horns as it turns the fan of her hair from medium brown to reddish hues. “I’d light the world ablaze first.”
“Don’t ... do ... that. Just fuck me.”
“I can do that.” I can definitely do that.
My hips pick up speed, and I start to make the swing of my thrusts a little longer. “Oh my God!” she screams, and without warning, her hand reaches above her head to stabilize herself on the arm of the couch, and she comes all over me.
