“More. If I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.” I groan out. He freezes and looks up at me. He tilts his head like he’s trying to hear me better.
“Fuck me or kill me god damn it.” I cry at the loss of contact.
Fuck it, I’ll have some fun if I’m committing treason already. He removes his hand from his pants and slowly climbs up my body until our faces are mere inches apart. He breathes heavily as his eyes search my face for a hidden agenda. His mask is lifted enough that the bottom of his mouth is visible. His lips are wet from my ecstasy. I flick my eyes up to his as I move slowly to close the distance between us. I can feel our lips brush and I falter. No going back if I do this. I’ll have brokenall of our laws and my personal morals. But you know what? Fuck morals. My lips crash against his. He reaches out for me and takes my head into his hands. He relaxes until his elbow supports his body weight while he lays flush against me. I can feel his rock hard erection against me. Of course he’s huge. Big cock to go with his big ego. I internally roll my eyes at my mental monologue. I reach up for his neck and he flinches.
“Relax, mask stays on”. I break our kiss to say. He immediately relaxes and moves to kiss my neck. His hand travels my curves, finding my breast and pinching the nipple. I moan at the feeling. He pushes his hips forward, like on impulse, until his bulge makes contact with my core.
“Clothes off.” I demand. Enough fucking around.
“Anything for you.” He chuckles and shakes his head in humor.
He sits up on his knees and reaches for the base of his hoodie. Pulling it over his head, he exposes his naked upper body. Oh my lord. He’s built deliciously. Like his body was carved from marble. I think the Romans used him as a blueprint for their sculptures. My eyes halt at a silvery line on twisted skin on his side. Realization hits me; he earned that at my hand. The memory of my blade penetrating his flesh the first night we met has me in a chokehold. Brushing it off the best I can, I continue to skate my eyes over his body. Tattoos litter his skin with intricate black lines that flow from his neck down his arms, down his torso and disappear beneath the waistline of his pants. He’s literal perfection and I hate him for it. I watch as he reaches for the top of his pants. He stops and tilts his head again. Why does he look like a lost puppy when he does that? He beckons me with two fingers and points towards the space in front of him on the bed.
“You want it? You work for it.” He says. I’m always up for a challenge.
I smirk and crawl slowly toward him, never breaking eye contact. I carefully reach for the place where his skin meets the fabric and slide it down. His dick springs free from its confines. Sweet baby Jesus, is there any part of this man that isn’t beautiful? I don’t hesitate to reach up and touch it. He stirs at the contact. My mouth inches toward the head while still looking at him. I bite my lip in anticipation as I see precum at the tip. I lean forward and lick it off. The flavors of salt and flesh mixed with the scent of the ocean fills my senses. It’s divine. I've never liked the beach but I think I could get used to it. Wrapping my mouth around the head, I secure my hand at the base of his shaft. My tongue makes expert work to swirl around the width as I begin working him deeper in my mouth. He moans and it's like heaven. The sound only adds to my need. I reach down to touch myself. I'm a needy bitch, what can I say?
“You’re such a good girl, Little Siren. You feel so good.” I’m deceased. I moan in response to his words. Who knew I had a praise kink? I sure didn’t. I increase my speed as I draw circles around my clit before plunging them inside.
Working him quickly with my mouth and hand in tandem; his hips jaunt forward as he begins meeting my bobs. I’m thankful for a lack of gag reflex right now. Otherwise, I’d be a gagging mess. His hand finds my hair and he pulls forward causing his dick to reach down my throat. His skin is smooth like butter. My own personal push pop. He tastes exquisite. My feelings of guilt slowly slip away. As soon as he finds my throat, he’s gone. Pulling away, he slips off the bed. I lay back as I watch him remove his pants entirely. He stands before me as naked as the day the gods brought him into existence.He’s mesmerizing to look at. He creeps towards me at a painfully slow pace. He crawls up the length of the bed until his body hovers over top of me, supported by his elbows.
“Are you sure? We can stop and go right back to trying to kill each other. If we do this, there is no going back.” He states. His breath fans my face with each word.
I look down between us to find his dick pointed directly at my core. My eyes find his and in a moment of weakness, I reach up. My thumb brushes his lips as I take in his features. Even in a room only lit by the moon, his eyes are like diamonds. A crystal blue that cuts through the darkness like they glow in the dark.
“Beautiful.” Is all I can manage. Maybe in a different world, different life, or different time we could have worked but in this one we are enemies. Things just got a whole lot more complicated. He looks back at me and just for a moment I can see emotions behind his eyes. Lust but there’s something more…care. He genuinely cares if I want to do this. So I give into my wants and nod while holding eye contact.
“Yes, I'm sure.” I tell him with exuberating confidence. He closes the distance between us as he enters me in one go. We both quiver at the contact.
“Fuck.” We moan out at the same time.
“You feel like heaven,” he says. I moan as he moves back slightly.
Slowly he begins to thrust. Pushing in and out, hitting my g-spot with deadly precision. I cry out at the feeling.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I demand.
“Never.” He states so easily, I know he means it. I’m so fucked. More than I am right now. I don't know how I’ll ever stop wanting this.
He continues his gentle assault as if I am a delicate bird. I need more. I need to hate him again. I need pain. I wrap my legs around his waist and force him forward in an aggressive manner. The feeling our bodies cause on impact, makes us both cry out.
“Are you trying to kill me, woman? If you keep doing that, I'll cum right here.”
He groans.
“Do it. Cum in me. Make me yours.” I beg.
“Don’t you see? We are inevitable. You have always been mine, as I am yours.” With that he increases speed, pounding into me with unrelenting force.
I cry as I feel my climax begin to build. His hand snakes its way around my neck with gentle pressure. Not to cut off my air supply but to hold me in place. He continues thrusting with so much force, it takes no time at all for me to reach my peak as my orgasm blinds me. My vision and hearing go in and out as the waves rack me from reality.
“I’m. Going. To.-” He grinds out a groan as his thrusts begin to grow sloppy.
“Do it.” I tell him. With that, he roars. Sounding more like an animal than man. He quivers in intervals as his cock jumps inside of me. I feel his hot cum filling my depths. I spasm around him from the feeling. As we both come back down and our breathing steadies, we look each other in the eyes. A silentbattle of emotions over taking us. Both of us are assessing the present situation. Neither knowing what to say or do.
“I-,” he starts but I place a finger over his lips to stop him.
“That was unworldly. Nothing like it on this plane of existence” I say as he nods in agreement.
