I whined with disappointment, but he was already getting into place and lining us up.
“I cannot wait any longer. I need you now.”
One of his hands slid up my spine as he steadied himself. I felt the thick head of his cock nudging at my entrance and stilled.
God, I’d forgotten how big it was. But I was already panting and aching for him, and we couldn’t stop now. He dragged the tip through my folds, and I pushed back against him impatiently.
“Slow. There is no rush.”
“No rush?” I asked incredulously. “If I don’t have you in me right now, I’m going to die.” I shoved back a little harder.
He chuckled, but he held my hips in place. “Is that so?”
“Yes! Please, Ror’k.”
All I got was a growl as he pressed into me. My eyes went wide as I felt each of his ridges enter me. It felt like I’d taken on more than I could handle. When he was fully impaled inside me, he only stilled for a second before he started to move. My pussy gripped onto him, and he had to fight for movement.
“Krux! This looks so fucking good,” he said.
I imagined what he saw, and just the thought of his thick, hard cock spearing into me, my pussy stretching over each thick bulge, was enough to have me clawing at the mattress.
The hand on my back reached around and slid down my body, slipping between my thighs. Deft fingers fondled my clit, swirling and strumming. Too overwhelmed with sensations, I exploded around him. I choked on my own breath. I was aquivering mess, and my pussy throbbed as my climax barreled into me.
Chapter 24: Ror’k
Dottie was perfection. I threw my head back with a groan as I pounded into her. The scent of her arousal assaulted my lungs, as did the wet sounds her body made as she stretched to take me.
I rocked into her, letting her moans and sighs guide me. I palmed her ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. She responded by pushing back against me, demanding more.
I gritted my teeth, trying to last. I wanted to draw this out, ravish her slowly. But it was impossible. It was too good.
Fuck! She felt so damned good.
Her muscles squeezed me tighter and tighter until I felt as if I could barely move. Then her silken channel was fluttering around me, milking me, even as a gush of wetness soaked my length.
I curled around her and buried my face into her neck, my arms braced on either side of her as my body started to quake. Unable to hold back any longer, I shot into her with a snarl, then continued to fuck her for as long as I could.
When there was nothing left in me to give, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her over and tucked her up against me, pillowing her head on my arm. Her glasses creaked, and Icarefully removed them and placed them on the table next to the bed.
“Mmm,” she hummed, snuggling back into me. “Do I get cuddles too?”
“Affirmative. Cuddles will also help me heal.” I wasn’t sure if it was true, but I didn’t care.
I kissed the top of her head, and she relaxed, stretching out against my body. I lay there with her in my arms, soaking in the aftermath of our coupling until her breathing slowed and she slept.
I held Dottie tight against my body. Even in this strange bed, everything felt perfect because she was here.
I recalled the way she’d begged for me to fill her. Fuck! It was enough to have me hard as stone again. In her presence, my body seemed to forget that I was old at all. I felt like I could do anything if it was for her.
Even now, I wanted her again. But the steady rhythm of her breathing assured me that she was asleep, so I resisted the temptation to roll her over and fuck her once more. There would be plenty of time for more fucking later.
Being with her felt so right, so natural. And it felt like we had something special. Something irreplaceable.
A thought suddenly had me looking down at my arms. The moonlight shone through the window and highlighted them. I was afraid to try to release them. Afraid that I’d be disappointed.
Would it be better to just hold her tight and be happy with my ignorance or try to release her and risk the disappointment of knowing we were not mates? I lay there, indecision dueling in my head.
Dottie shifted in her sleep, curling into me with so much trust that it hurt my heart. This ache in my chest when I looked at her had to mean something, right?
