One finger becomes two and I’m groaning my bliss into his mouth. My hips pick up pace but the angle is frustrating. I want more, but the bastard is taking his sweet time. Opening me up slowly and carefully. I whine my displeasure. He chuckles. But wait a minute, does this care mean I’m going to get more than fingers to ride?
Excitement and lust surges through me. I focus on kissing him thoroughly and let him do what he needs to down below. His touch feels damn good and I can be patient now that I know more is coming.
He eases a third finger inside me. I have to break away from our kiss to sob. I’m stuffed so full. So stretched. So complete. This is the best feeling in the world.
His fingers leave me. My whine is cut short by the feel of his oil covered cock pressing at my entrance. I try to slamdown on it, but his hand on my ass stops me, holds me still and lowers me down onto him at his pace.
I gasp, keen and sob. My face is burrowed into his shoulder now. My hole burns. He is so big, it’s overwhelming. I’d be convinced that it wasn’t going to fit if I didn’t already know that it does.
Inch by agonising inch, my body opens up for him as he slides me slowly down his cock. I’m sobbing and hissing now. My face is wet. His hand soothes down my back.
Dazedly, I realise there has been no more movement for a few heartbeats. I am all the way down. All of him is inside me. My guts twinge and protest as they make way for him. He feels so good. Hot, heavy. Firm. I can feel him everywhere. As if he has penetrated all of me and not just my ass.
“Ready?” he grunts.
I nod against his shoulder. I’m all out of words.
His hands grab my hips. Scorching into me. Commanding and dominant. My body is now his body.
He lifts me up and I cry out. He slams me back down and I wail. Pleasure explodes through me. Intense. All-consuming. Overwhelming.
He drags me up his cock again. I can feel him sliding over my rim. This time, he lifts me nearly all the way off before slamming me back down, forcing his cock to burrow deep, deep inside me. I’m yelling now. A string of incoherent noises. Punctuated by sobs.
He pulls me up again, down hard and then up again so fast that I cannot catch my breath. He continues without mercy. Fucking me hard. Slamming pleasure into me over and overagain.
I’m grunting from the force of it. And now I’m screaming and screaming. An orgasm has ignited without warning and it is setting me alight. I’m clenching around him so tightly I can feel all of him acutely. My hole has gone so tight, the friction of him thrusting in and out has increased a hundredfold, more fuel for my orgasm that is raging on and on. Trapped between us, my cock is spurting and spurting. Painting us both with cum.
He keeps fucking me. Hard and fast. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. My muscles are trembling and loose. I can’t hold on to him anymore. It is a good thing he is freakishly strong.
He changes the angle of my hips slightly, and I scream silently. Now I’m seeing stars. It is too much. I’m going to explode. My head collapses against his shoulder again. Lolling weakly with the force of his thrusts.
My teeth find his collarbone and some deep dark instinct takes over and I bite. Hard. With the force of everything I am feeling.
He groans loudly, thrusts up forcefully, and pulls down on my hips as if he is trying to get even deeper inside me. He goes as still as a statue. I feel all his muscles tense. Then my insides are being flooded with gushes and gushes of hot, wet warmth.
I cling onto him and try to remember how to breathe.
Holy fuck.
Rhydian truly has ruined me for anyone else. I will only ever want him.
Forever and ever.
Chapter thirty-two
The sun is shining. It’s warm and these gardens are beautiful. It is wonderful to be outside and free of the same selection of rooms I’m usually forced to haunt. That’s why I’m in a good mood. It is nothing at all to do with having been fucked well last night. Though, judging by the way Tristan keeps looking at me, he has his suspicions.
I grin at him and he grins back at me, ruby red eyes sparkling. He doesn’t say anything though, thank heavens. I’d probably die of mortification if he did. Rhydian is his brother, after all, which makes everything a thousand times more awkward.
Tristan and I stroll along in content silence for a moment. Gorgeous bird song drifts in the air around us.
“Blodeuyn,” says Tristan as he points at a purple flower.
I roll my eyes at him. “I want to learn useful words, Tristan. I don’t need to talk about flowers.”
“The best way to learn a language is like a youngling,” he insists. “Start with simple words from the world around you.”
I huff and say nothing.
