Page 114 of The Satyr's Guilt
Her muscles squeezed him mercilessly. As hefelt her orgasm build, his satyr fed from her arousal, gorging onher passion. She nourished his soul, bringing light to thedarkness, lifting what had been heavy.
She cried out his name, her body shuddering,tightening on him like a vise. He pulled out to his tip and thrustin hard and deep, grinding, pounding into her, every stroke apleasure. “Yes, doll. Oh. Yes.” He clutched her hips as heexploded.
Once Ram’s muscles relaxed, Denim’s legsstarted a slow slide toward the floor. When her hands dropped fromhis horns, he felt them retreat.
“Okay. I might be permanently ruined.” Shelazed against the wall.
“Stay right here.” He retreated to thebathroom where he disposed of his condom. When he returned, Denimstill had a sated look on her face, her eyes half-masted. “I’m notnearly finished with you.” He clasped her hand, leading her downthe hallway to the bedroom.
They right-turned it to enter. Ram barelyglanced around before he tossed her onto the bed. “Do you knowwhere I want you?”
“No.”
“On my mouth, doll.”
She crawled backward, blushing. “This isso…”
With his hands on her ankles, Ram yanked hertoward him, pushing her knees up, spreading them. “So beautiful?”He used his two thumbs to part her folds. Dipping his head, helapped along her slit. The groans and moans erupting from her werehis reward.
When his mouth found her clit, Denim’s backarched. She pushed into him, her hands clasping his temples,leading him where it felt good. “Please, Ram. Right there.”
He paused to fix on her eyes. He could feelhis own shimmer neon green as he watched her hooded, arousedstare.
“That’s what I want to see,” he said.
“Damn. Don’t stop.”
Ram resumed the task at hand. He invaded herchannel with his tongue. In and out, he thrust, fucking her.
She tensed as she squeezed his head tighter,crying out his name. “God. Ram.” Her body trembled as she pressedharder.
Again, he fed from her arousal.
She was so good. He had never tastedsweeter.
She stilled, her hands flopped to her side,seeming unable to move. Her breasts popped up and down with eachragged breath.
Crawling alongside Denim, he tugged her intohis arms, holding her to his chest. “I needed this.”
“Me, too.”
He scented the sex which permeated the room.Her head moved up and down as he inhaled and exhaled.
Peace. This was peace.
After some time, she spoke. “Are you sureyou don’t feel as if we were shoved together?”
“What we have … I am sorry to say … I neverfelt even with Amelia. Nobody’s shoved me. I fell when I first sawyou at the Shed, but I didn’t know it. I could have walked away,but I chose not to. Me. I chose to hit on you.”
She sighed, resting on his pec again.
“And you know what? Even if fate chose toput us together, I have no complaints. Destiny’s got my back.Excellent choice. Now come here. I’m in favor of Indigo’s idea.Let’s boff.”
“How can you be ready again?”
Ram pointed to his erect penis. “Hornysatyr. Stiff as a board. Give us a little relief.” His hand pattedthe bedside table, searching for another condom. Denim helped outthis time. Appropriately dressed, he rolled between her thighs andcrawled up her body until his cock found its prize.
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