He immediately backtracked. “Not at all, beautiful. I’m just not used to women your size.”
I squirmed inside his hold, pressing down against the hard length of him brushing against my damp flesh. I whined a little—unashamed, “I want you.”
With a smirk, he pressed his mouth against mine, his teeth cool against my lips. He crooned, “I like hearing you beg.”
I kissed his lips softly. “Please…”
His chuckle was all male appreciation. “Even better.”
Rune tilted his hips back, aligning the head of his cock against my opening and holding my thighs with ease. With gentle pressure, he pressed his hips forward. The man-god was being careful with me, retreating and persuasively moving forward again, every agonizing slow inch of his cock entering my gripping channel, a pained wish for more. Just a little more. Each time he re-entered me.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in yearning, my eyes stuck on his golden orbs like they held the mystery to life itself. And maybe they did. With the way he watched each change of my expression, his cunning eyes knew secrets I couldn’t fathom, innate to a sensual being made for pleasure. A confident and intelligent man who knew his own worth and relished it—in every way possible.
Those golden eyes closed for a brief moment, as the base of his pelvis hit mine, his cock fully seated inside me. Allowing my body to adjust fully, his own taut with tension, a need to move. Rune growled softly in his chest, his head falling forward to rest his forehead against the wall behind me. His lips grazed my shoulder as I gradually relaxed inside his hold.
He murmured, “Are you good?”
“Better than good,” I answered on a pant. “Keep going.”
“Hard or soft now?”
I smiled outright that he asked. He was already better than any other sexual partner I’d ever had. “I’m good however you want to give it.”
“Damn, so perfect,” he hissed. Rune’s fingers gripped my thighs tighter while he raised his head, his dilated, hungry eyes finding mine. “I’m going to fuck you. And fuck you. And fuck you.”
I sucked in a harsh breath and wasn’t able to reply before he acted.
His hips tilted back and then slammed forward.
“Oh, hot damn,” I groaned, my voice a soft cry.
One of his hands instantly released my thigh to plant itself over my mouth.
Then he was fucking the hell out of me.
Press and retreat. Slam and release. Over and over again.
Hard. And harder. Frantic. And flawless.
My small fingernails dug into his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, holding on tight as his imposing cock pounded into me, stretching me to my sexual limits. My body quaked inside his hold with each of his heated plunges, and I tried to contain it. I really did. But there was no stopping it.
I screamed against his warm hand, my neck arching back, his palm following the motion with ease.
“Goddamn,” he hissed, breathing hard. He groaned and planted his lips on my neck, his hard muscles flexing against my damp skin with each slam of his hips. “Remind me next time to do this somewhere more private with you.”
I cried out again, the sound muffled against his palm, his pelvis rubbing deliciously against my clit. The words coming out of my mouth were unintelligible, a string of praises that didn’t make any sense. My core squeezed the hell out of his cock, wanting it all, the greedy bitch down below adoring the attention.
Rune chuckled against my neck, his teeth nipping softly. “Like that, beautiful?”
“Fuck…you…” I panted, my eyes rolling back.
He grinned against my flesh.
More spurts of pounding. In and out. Thick and brutal.
And there I went screaming again, the sensation breaking all control I had.
I clawed my fingers into his hair, grabbing handfuls, and yanked his head back. I shook my head, knocking his hand away from my face to slam my mouth against his. He pressed back even harder, slamming my head against the wall to take my mouth in a bruising, tongue tangling kiss, his wet tongue gliding over mine in a purely dominant taking. Slide and flick. Press and caress. His artistic tongue did it all.
