Linc closed his fist around hers, showing her how to stroke his cock to the best effect.
“He has her tied down over a barrel. She can’t be very comfortable.”
“I don’t think her comfort is his highest priority,” Larsinc said.
“I wish the princess had peeked, so I’d have an excuse to steal a look into her bedroom.” She shook her head, blushing. “I’m awful. Pretend I didn’t say that.”
“All right, I’ll pretend.” Larsinc pulled Giss’s thigh over his hip, opening her so he could seat his cock back inside her pussy.
She hissed. “That’s a bit tender.”
He squeezed her ass in an increasingly hard grip. “Warriors are good at that, at tenderizing soft female flesh.”
She clucked her tongue at him. “Am I a prime piece of sweet meat, master?”
“The sweetest.” His hips jerked forward, pulled by the irresistible silky softness of her. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
“Oh my,” she hissed, planting her palms on his stomach muscles and leaning forward.
“Sit back with your hips over mine.”
“With you inside me?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Of course.”
“Linc—I’m not sure that will work.”
He pinned her arms behind her back. “There’s a house on Kettura where women are strapped into harnesses and lowered onto cocks, some human, some mechanical. I’ve heard the girls call it getting trapped in the spider’s web.”
Gissandre looked so scandalized that he laughed.
“Are you making that up?”
Larsinc shook his head, then gave her ass a pinch. “Now be a good pet and ride my cock. If we both come, I’ll ask the lord of the castle to extend his hospitality a little further.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked, resting an arm behind his head so he could watch her and moving his hips to get deeper inside her. “Hurry though. If you take too long, I’ll take over, and then no show.”
“I’ll try, but not because I expect that. I know you’re teasing me,” she said, sliding back and lowering herself slowly until she was fully impaled on his cock. “Dead realms that’s deep.” She pressed a fist against her lower abdomen and bit her lip. Her distress was gorgeous as always. “I feel you all the way to my ribs.”
Linc smirked. “If I’m hung like a stallion, you should ride me like one.”
She bounced, then gasped, and fell forward.
He grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. “We’ll work up to it,” he said, kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Wait! You have to let me try again.”
He pinned her arms over her head. “Later. Knees up, kitty cat, so I can fuck you deep.”
“Yes, Master.”
