Page 93 of All Superheroes Need PR
The slick of her cunt feels so good, it’s almost unbearable. “Oh fuck ...”
She’s writhing under me, shouting something about the angle of the ridges or the bumps inside of her and the width of my cock and how she fucking loves the way I feel inside her. And how much she loves me.
“I’m not gonna make it. I’m gonna ...” I come like a goddamn amateur.
“I can feel ... the bumps ...” Her lips are parted in a drunken smile. There’s a faint sheen of sweat covering every inch of her.
I make it my destiny in this moment to lick her body clean, starting with her jaw, her neck, her collar bones. On a feral growl, I pull back and try to slip out of her, but she winces.
“It’s the knots ... They’re swelling. Just stay,” she whispers, her chest shaking as she edges toward the crest of another orgasm, even though I’ve stayed as still as I can, just like she asked.
“You done research on this shit or something?” I bark into her throat, sounding every bit the demon that I feel, ravaging a virgin sacrifice on the altar.
“Or something,” she exhales.
“It hurt?”
“There’s pressure, but it feels amazing. I think if you touch ... my clit ... I might ...”
I don’t hesitate but pull up as much as I can to squeeze my fingers between us. I manage to get my thumb pressed lightly to her swollen, sensitive skin and flick it gently without cutting her. I watch her head toss and turn while my cock continues emptying into her. Last time I tested this, it took three minutes for my body to fully finish coming. But inside her, where my cock is at home, I could live here for hours. As long as she’ll let me.
“Oh Rollo, fuck!” The squeeze of her cunt around my slowly softening erection is too much. I feel my balls clench up against my body and my thighs get rock hard as my cock paints her insides in a surprising rush.
“This is incredible,” she whispers, her eyes half-mast.
“This is insane that you’re okay with all this.” Panting, I very carefully squeeze my giant ass on the tiny couch in front of her without separating our bodies. My muscles sag and I wait to be able to pull my cock out of her fully.
I’ve nearly got her smothered into the pillows, and she doesn’t seem to mind. Not just that—she seems pleased to be here with me. And that pleasure is worth fighting for against anything. I kiss her softly.
“You’re my hero,” I whisper.
She smiles. “And you’re my key. I feel like I was strong before I met you, but you unlocked the cage and threw the lid wide open. I might have made you you,” she says, glancing up at my horns, “but you also made me me.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you too, Wyvern, though I’m pretty sure we’ll need a rebrand to go with your new look. A new uniform that matches pink too.”
I huff. “I’m not pink. I’m red.”
“You are definitely pink. As pink as cotton candy.”
I grin into her lips and kiss her again with every feeling I have for her bottled in my chest and launched like a rocket into the abyss. “Fine. I’m pink. And you can call me whatever you like.”
She cups my jaw, strokes her fingers up my cheeks, over my forehead to my horns. She grips them hard and yanks my head down to hers savagely in a way that’s all brand-new for her and that I fucking adore. When she pulls back, my hips buck, finally ready to slip free of her heat and perhaps—most definitely—begin again, but first ...
I reach under the couch for a box that feels way too small in my massive fingers.
We both moan in unison, and she says on a fluttering breath, “You can callmewhatever you like.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I press the box against her chest, waiting for her fingers to curl around it. “Because I’d like to call youwife.”
She blinks at me, startled, and then looks at the box, disoriented. I open it for her, showing her the pink sapphire within, and she shrieks, “You did not!”
“We’re twenty-two dates in, baby.”
“No, we are not!” She swats me on the arm, but she takes the box from me regardless, removes the ring, slides it onto her finger, tosses the box over her shoulder, and then kisses me ferociously.
“Close enough,” I laugh between kisses. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. It’s a yes. It’s an absolutely fucking yes.” Her eyes are damp. I kiss the space between them. She grabs my horns, maneuvers my mouth to meet hers, and kisses me so, so sweetly.
“I love you,” she says.
I come unhinged.
“Good,” I snarl into her neck, and to the whisper of each other’s desperate breaths, we begin anew.
