Page 67 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
I think…
“Two orgasms weren’t enough for you,sötnos?”Fen whispered against my lips, thrusting into my hands. “Do you still feel empty, babygirl? Do you need to come on Daddy’s cock?”
Jesus Christ and the entire Greek pantheon!
The yacht could have been sinking to the bottom of the ocean for all I cared. Right now, this slutty babygirl needed Daddy’s cock like she needed air.
Give. It. To. Me.
“Fuck…” he choked out, as I lined him up and expertly hooked my ankles over his thighs—trapping him against me with the juicy head of his cock tapping at my door.
“What’s the matter,Daddy?”I teased, swiveling my hips to better work him in. “You’ve never been topped from the bottom before? Red means stop!”
Fen chuckled before nipping at my bottom lip with those tasty fangs. “You can tell yourself that if it helps… but I promise, you will know exactly who’s on top once I’m inside you.”
Bet.
I opened my bratty mouth to continue the banter, but my words came out as a shriek as he suddenly buried himself to the hilt.
To the knot, really.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, caressing my thighs before lifting my ass onto his muscular thighs for a different angle. Then he began to thrust lazily—slow and deep—stretching me just like he’d said he would.
Now that I’d survived the shock of the intrusion, I could appreciate how incredibly full I was. I’d thought Fen couldn’t possibly be thicker than some of my more adventurous toys back home, but I now realized I had grossly misjudged the situation.
Though, the knot might be ambitious…
But I wasn’t a quitter, and I sure as hell wasn’t going down without a fight.
Or without drawing blood.
With a growl that rivaled his, I began fumbling with the buttons of Fen’s dress shirt. He backed off slightly to assist with getting his top half naked, and I momentarily forgot my plan as his broad chest and cut abs came into view for the first time.
Absolute. Perfection.
“Like what you see, babygirl?” He smirked, and I had to forcibly tamp down the full-body shudder that threatened to surface.
“Yes, Daddy.” I smiled sweetly in return—opening my arms and legs to tempt him back into my grasp.
Apparently, identifying potential threats came with the territory, as Fen abruptly flipped me onto my stomach before yanking me up onto my knees with my ass in the air.
What the hell?!
“Mmm… much better,” he purred, curling his body over mine—caging me in with his delicious muscles as he lined himself up again. “The better to keep you in line.”
“It takes more than talk to keep me in line, Wolf Daddy,” I taunted, glaring at him over my shoulder. “If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me already.”
The grin that stretched over his handsome face was the epitome of wolfish. “With pleasure,” he replied, before driving back in with enough force to slam the cot against the wall.
That’s more like it!
I attempted to get my hands under me—to meet him thrust for thrust as he started up a punishing rhythm—but he wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck and slammed my top half back onto the bed.
“Not today,” he gritted out, sounding perilously close to the edge already. “I need… mywolfneeds to mate you, Iola. Let me, please…”
Fuck.
As if only just registering what he’d said, Fen stilled with his enormous cock buried inside me. When he didn’t immediately withdraw, I realized he was waiting for consent.
