His dick looks even bigger when it taps his thigh with each step, and I wonder how I fit him inside me.My inner walls ache from how deep he went, driving harder with each thrust.He let me control the pace, which made the initial stretch of my pussy bearable.But now that I’ve come down from all the orgasms, I feel him everywhere.
“If you keep staring at me like that,” Ares says, whipping me out of my dirty thoughts, “I’m gonna fuck you again.”
“I can look, can’t I?”
He winks.“See something you like, Little Dragon?”
Kneeling in the tub, I lick my lips and grab his dick.It’s perfect, a big toy I want to play with.
“We’re not having sex again,” I say as I stroke his length.“I just want to touch you for a second.”
He grunts.“Babe, I don’t need to tell you how the male body works.Keep rubbing my dick like that, and Iwilldo something about it.”
I peek up at him and drop my hand.“We’ll finish this later.”
“Yes, we will.”Ares smirks, holding out the towel for me.“Don’t be shy, beautiful.”He turns his head.“I’m not looking at you.Stay in that tub a second longer, and your skin will prune.”
I take the towel from him and wrap the soft fabric around me.Like a gentleman, Ares helps me out of the tub.He pins my back to his chest and curls his arm around me.
“I think you should know I’m already obsessed with you.”Ares tilts my head to the side and brushes his lips on my neck.“And I won’t stop fucking you after the wedding.”
ChapterThirty-One
OPHELIA
After I crawlout of Ares’s bed for the third time this week, we shower and head downstairs for breakfast.I slept less than five hours because of all the fucking we did last night.We probably kept his brothers awake with how hard his headboard banged against the wall.
My gait is slightly off from Ares and his monster cock.I’m so sore I can still feel every inch of him.
“Look at you, Little Dragon.”He squeezes my ass as we walk toward the dining room.“Limping from taking so much dick.Do you need me to kiss you all better?”
“You did enough of that last night.”
Ares eats pussy like he’s going to starve to death.Even after he comes inside me, he wants to do it again.It’s like some kinky obsession of his.He says I’m his woman, and he can’t get enough of my pussy.
We hold hands until we get closer to the dining room, and then we have to hide our dirty secret.Our parents would have a stroke if they knew what we were doing behind closed doors.
Athena screeches when she sees her oldest son’s face, which worsens by the day, the bruises darkening.“Ares, do you need a doctor?Your face looks horrible.”
“I’m alright, Ma.”He slides my chair out from the table, gesturing for me to sit.“It looks worse than it feels.Just a few scrapes.”
“A few scrapes?”Athena’s nose scrunches, and she tightens her grip on the cloth napkin.“How will I explain to my friends why my son looks like someone mugged him?”
“Just say that.”Ares sits beside me at the table.“Maybe a few of your MILF friends will feel bad for me.”He waggles his eyebrows, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth.“I hear it’s good luck to fuck the best man at the wedding.”
I glance at Ares, but he’s staring across the table at his mother.
“Language,” Athena says in a firm tone.“I won’t have you speaking this way at my wedding.”
“I got the perfect best man speech planned.”Ares winks.“You’ll love it, Ma.Promise.No cursing or dick jokes.”
“Ares,” she groans.“Not at my table, please.”
He gives her one of his charming smiles, enough to light up her face.There’s no denying Athena loves her sons, and they worship her in return.Her gaze flicks between the three of them before landing on me.
I force a smile.
So does she.
