With a quick adjustment, she propped them on my lower back instead, crossing her ankles so I didn’t risk impalement.
I fucked hard into her, rewarded with her moan and her pussy clenching around me. She took each thrust like she was made for it and writhed in my arms, shaking and squirming like she was going to burst any second. I was just happy to be here. All of her luscious curves pressed against me, and the snug welcoming heat of her cunt was an invitation I was incapable of refusing.
She was as soft as she’d looked. I was doomed. Simple as that.
Golden hair cascaded down her back, and she helpfully tipped her head so I could kiss her throat, sucking a mark onto the scent gland that had her detonating around me. She bit down hard on my shoulder, the fabric of my shirt muffling her scream.
I wasn’t ready to stop yet, and neither was she, if the frantic pawing and digging of her nails into my ass was a reasonable indication. I hadn’t had a good fuck in too long, and I wasn’t about to let this one leave disappointed.
I collected her moans like trophies. Hoarding them onto a shelf in my head, I put every ounce of energy into my hips,desperate to gather as many as possible. I wedged my fingers between us, and while she didn’t like the forced distance, the complaint in her eyes vanished when I found her clit.
How was she this beautiful? Maybe Aphrodite herself had manifested at my party, though I wasn’t nearly vain enough to consider that as fact, and I wasn’t about to risk cursing her with a goddess’s wrath by saying it out loud. I’d read enough mythology to know that was a terrible idea, even if I wasn’t sold on the actual existence of deities. If theydidexist, I was pretty confident I held one in my arms right now.
My hips stuttered when I coaxed her over the edge again, her pussy grabbing so tightly, I was forced to still. Her scream was in surround sound, echoing off the tiled walls, like I was graced with a dozen of her.
I eased back in slowly, still teasing her, but at a speed more suited to play than being dedicated to getting her off. “You want my knot, princess?”
She shuddered, opening those baby blues. “Is that your way of saying you’re close?”
“I’ve been ready to spill since I laid eyes on you, but yes. I need to know where you want me to finish.”
I shivered when she pulled me in, nipping my earlobe before her whisper sent goose bumps down my arms. “Give me all you’ve got.”
Having the permission broke down the dam of my self control. Her gasp sent lightning down my spine, and I earned myself another whimper, as I hit the speed and force I actually craved. Touching her in any capacity was perfection, but seeing the look on her face and hearing each broken sound as I fucked in hard and deep was unrivaled.
“Ohgod,” she choked out, clinging to me like I was the one anchor in the world she needed.
Talk about a fucking ego boost.
“That’s my good girl. Taking exactly what she asked for.” I punctuated each word with a thrust, letting myself slowly climb the peak so I’d be able to bury my knot in this beauty.
Her sounds got more and more unruly the closer I got. When I fucked in to the hilt, I pressed her legs wide open against me, and my knot swelled. I could’ve sworn people all the way downstairs heard her when she came.
“Holy shit.” She was gasping, struggling to catch her breath.
I eased us into a more comfortable position, letting her lean against the mirror. Her mouth was impossibly sweet, and I savored that particular treat with slow sweeps and nips of her plump lips.
“Okay, I get it.” She laughed. “You know how to kiss.”
I laughed too, sneaking in another. She melted beautifully when I focused back on her throat, sampling the expanse of the skin.
“This might be the prettiest bathroom I’ve ever been fucked in.”
“Pays to sleep with the boss.”
She froze, every inch of her tensing. “Thewhat?”
“You really didn’t know, did you?” I preened. I didn’t love that she was upset over my identity, but I was a fan of my bank account not being what attracted her to me.
“How the fuck would Iknow? Do youownthis place? Oh god. Meadow is going to kill me.” She groaned, covering her face with both hands. “That’s not even true. She’s going to bedisappointed, and that’s worse.”
“Meadow Reed?”
“Of course that Meadow. How many are there in this industry? I can’t believe I slept with her pack’s boss.”
“Would it make it better or worse if you told her you didn’t know who I was beforehand?”
“Bold of you to think that could possibly make it better. Meadow doesn’t slut-shame, but you can tell it doesn’t compute.”
