Page 75 of Tempting Cargo
“Will you let me?” My hand traced light circuits up and down the hard length of him, and the small undulations of hiships seemed almost involuntary. “I want to fuck you here. I’ll make you feel so good,mitsha, so good.” I worked his length as I ground against him, my slick clit sliding between his cheeks, the tip nudging for entrance. “Tell me you want me inside you, Garrison.”
I peppered kisses over his shoulder and neck, nipping lightly with my teeth, and he pushed back, a rough sound in his throat.
“Please,” he gritted out.
I gave his cock an extra-firm stroke. “Can I get you ready with my fingers?” I examined my other hand, satisfied I’d cut my claws short and smooth enough.
He choked out a laugh. “You better had do.”
“Wait right here.” I grabbed the bottle I wanted from the shelf above the foot of the bed and dripped some of the oil on my fingers before circling them round his hole, and he rewarded me with another of his delicious moans. “Feel good,mitsha?”
He nodded, wriggling. “Mhm.”
“This is wreuni oil. It makes things stretch easier, does that sound good?”
In answer, he pushed back on my finger. The tip breached his tight muscle, and we both groaned.
“Okay?”
He answered on a fractured breath. “Yes. Different. But good.”
“You remember what to say if you want me to stop?”
“I remember. Don’t stop.”
I rumbled in pleasure, sliding my finger out, then deeper.
Gods, I’m inside him.
A surge of emotion welled up, seeping into my bones. Pride that I could make this strong, beautiful man come apart for me. Something else, something warm I wouldn’t, couldn’t, pay attention to.
I circled my finger, spreading him until I could press a second inside.
He took it with a hiss and started to move again, fucking himself on my fingers and into my hand.
My clit ached to join in.
I bit down on his shoulder. “I said I was going to fuck you, so you’ll be still and take what I give you.”
His cock bucked in my hand, a bead of precum slicking the tip. I shuddered, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, all his beautiful responses. “On your knees, cargo. Put that pretty arse in the air for me.”
“Fuck, Sho, you’re going to kill me.”
“If you don’t do as I say, maybe. But not before I fuck you. Move.” I pulled away, watching in delight as he moved into position.
Taut muscles rippled under his skin, and my breath caught at the way he gave himself completely to this, spreading his knees and presenting himself to me, the iron bar of his cock hanging thick between his legs.
“That’s better.” I gave his arse a satisfying slap, then dribbled some more wreuni oil over his hole.
I pressed both fingers back inside, twisting as I dragged them in and out. When I hit a certain spot inside him, he arched back with a cry. “Mmm. Is that the spot you were telling me about?”
He sounded almost pained. “Must be,” he gasped. “Fuck.”
“Feel good?”
His only answer was another desperate moan, pushing back onto me.
“Look at you,mitsha, fucking yourself on my fingers. You want my clit deep in that needy hole?”
