I blinked a few times at his profile and attempted to lighten the mood. “How do you know he has a furry ass?”
“I’ve seen his stupid butt naked more times than I can count,” he growled—and I wasn’t going to ask. Then his eyes focused on mine, and his lips landed hard on my mouth. This corporate rich man owned the kiss. He deflected and countered, dominating every move when I tried to take over. When he breathed, I breathed.
It was the best kiss of my life.
My moan was soft and fulfilled.
He pulled back, just to kiss my lips softly.
My lips curled in yearning. “I like that.”
He hummed and nipped my bottom lip.
Not gently. And I liked that too.
Godric was a man of contradictions.
His hips pulled back and rammed into me hard enough that I jerked at the loud crash of the headboard. The wood holding it together had cracked somewhere. I was sure of that. With each thrust of his hips, his glorious cock sliding in my wet channel, the frame of the bed splintered. And it didn’t stop him. Or me.
I ground against him just as hard as he slammed into me, each of us feeding on pleasure alone. My hands gripped his hair again and tugged his face back down to mine. And this time, I kissed the living shit out of him, our tongues rubbing just as scandalously as our bodies were.
The grooves of the headboard jabbed into my butt and my shoulder blades with each shove, and it only added to the delight of the hard sex he gave. I twirled my fingers in his hair and then yanked his head back in a sharp movement. He groaned in pleasure, the muscles in his neck showing in stark relief. I leaned forward and licked at them, tasting the sweat that glistened on his skin. Damn if he didn’t taste just like he smelled—wild spice and cherries.
Godric growled low in his throat when I gently bit the side of his neck. “Do that again. Harder.”
I sank my teeth in with a decent hold and released his hair to hug him close around his neck. He pounded into me more brutally, and I screamed against his skin. I released my bite to tip my head back and close my eyes, shouting, “Yes, yes, yes. Right there, Godric. Right there.”
My hearing died a blissful death as I went over the edge and my hands flew up to the headboard to press my body harder against his. His fingers dug into my hips as my legs quivered against his sides, holding me steady for his continual onslaught of wild plunges. He was in complete control of my body as he dove into his own ecstasy, his roar against my shoulder the only sound I could hear floating in shocking heat as I was.
But he wasn’t done. His cock remained hard inside of me even after coming with such force that I shivered in the afterglow. Godric pulled his cock out of my core and arranged me on my hands and knees in the center of his bed. With one of his forearms to my back, I lowered my shoulders to the mattress. He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back, holding both my small wrists in one of his hands. His other palm grabbed my shoulder right as he pushed his cock back into my still spasming core.
“Oh, fuck me,” I babbled in pleasure.
“That’s the plan,” he said with a groan. He retreated and then shoved his hips back between my legs, his cock pressing like a dream inside my pussy. “I’m going to really fuck you now.”
I tipped my forehead against the mattress staring down my body to his legs. “That wasn’t fucking before?”
“I was being gentle.”
I groaned. “Oh, fuck me.”
“Yes, we’ve already gone over that.”
Godric proceeded to show me just how gentle he had been before. With each new thrust of his hips, my shoulders slammed down into the bed. I opened my mouth and bit the comforter to muffle every scream of pleasure.
It didn’t help.
I spat the material out, clenched my hands into fists inside his restraining hold, and chanted his name like he was a god. But I wasn’t completely ashamed—his own chorus of shouts and roars boomed through the night right along with mine. With one smooth move, he tugged on my wrists, yanking my back up against his chest. The bed spun for a moment as dizziness took hold, but he released my wrists and gripped me around my waist with one muscled arm, his constant thrusts never ending.
Godric’s fingers grazed my neck as he brushed my hair from my shoulder. His lips kissed and caressed from my ear down my sensitive neck, licking away my own sweat. He growled deep inside his chest, opened his mouth wide…
And he bit me.
His teeth sank into the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. I bowed against his body, but his arm around my stomach rose, and he restrained my body effectively. My head fell back against his shoulder as I shouted in pained ecstasy, my mind shattering into the heavens as a climax hit so hard that I lost my breath.
Time…just gone. Poof.
Tiny blood drops trickled down my chest from his savage bite, and he came so furiously, I was sure the entire base heard his deep bellow. His cock pumped deep inside my channel, filling me once again with his heated cum. The body pressed against mine shook in the profound glory of carnal joy only mind-blowing sex affords.
As one, we slumped forward onto the mattress.
CHAPTER SIX
Godric’s lips curved against my back. “You’re still shaking.”
The side of my damp face was smashed against his comforter. I mumbled, “So are you, big man.”
He chuckled quietly, his accent so delicious. “Big man?”
“It’s better than what you called me.”
“Pet isn’t bad.” He opened his mouth and licked along my spine. “I like petting you.”
His fingers fluttered over my ass and then lower until he was cupping my core. He rubbed softly back and forth to prove his point.
I moaned. “Okay. Pet is good.”
The softest lips pressed against my shoulder as he spoke, muffling his words. “I thought so.”
My eyes closed in giddiness when he touched my clit with a gentle finger. “Again?”
“Yes, again.” His cock was already hard on my leg that he rested on. “Or are you too sore—”