A deep groan growls out of me. It’s loud, but instead of jerking back in fear this time, Rosomon tightens her grip, and her eyes fill with obvious need.
I’m beyond happy that she’s willing to have me inside her, after everything I did today. But after seeing the way she looked at Saxon, I don’t think I can bear to see her eyes while I take her.And there’s a risk that she might suddenly remember Roule’s and Nyxarious’s deaths.
I need to avoid looking into her eyes. If I take her from behind, the strong emotional reunion with Saxon can continue.
“May I fuck you?” I ask, and a smile washes over her face as she nods. She likes when I ask her permission.
“I’ll give you two some privacy.” Saxon turns away.
“Don’t go,” I say, sharply. I turn Rosomon to face him and lean in close to her ear. “Put your hands on his shoulders.”
She braces her hands on Saxon, as I lift her ass and split apart her legs. Saxon takes some of her weight too, as I position my cock at her warm entrance, wet with both her juices and Saxon’s.
At the contact, she moans and quivers, and Saxon’s hands stroke her as he softly helps to support her torso, and they look into each other’s eyes.
This is just as I intended. This feels right. I’m confident in my cock’s ability to give her great pleasure, but it’s Saxon she loves. It’s Saxon she wants to connect with while receiving that pleasure.
Her body opens for my girth, and I push the head of my cock slowly inside her, loving how easily she can accept me now. Adoring the sounds she makes when I breach her entrance, I pause just inside her, waiting to be sure she’s ready to tolerate more of my length.
She tips her hips back, as if asking for more, so I press in further. Moaning, she leans forward and Saxon swallows her sounds with his lips. This is what I planned, but now that it’s happening, I’m less sure.
Jealousy roils as I thrust slowly, trying not to disturb their kissing, trying not to think about how she feels about him. She breaks their kiss and moans as she looks deeply into his eyes.
Jealousy wins the battle of my warring emotions. I lose both my mind and control. Tugging her back against me, I drive hard, hitting her capacity in a single, brutal stroke.
Her sharp cry is captured by Saxon’s mouth. And this time I don’t even pause for her channel to expand. It will in time.
Instead, I firm my hold on her hips and drive as deeply as possible, over and over and over, feeling her body consume me, feeling her squeeze me so tightly I truly might lose my mind.
I close my eyes. Hearing her pleasure, feeling my own is enough. I don’t need to torture my heart by watching the intimacy between them.
Over and over her tightness swallows me, and I vary my speed and angle, loving how I can hear and feel her response to each change.
“Feels. So. Good.” Rosomon cries out, in time with my thrusts, and I open my eyes.
Saxon has one hand around her head, the other resting on her back and the love and admiration in his eyes is so clear it might as well be written on his forehead.
Gritting my teeth, I fight to convince myself I don’t care.
CHAPTER 47
Rosomon
Something is wrong with Zogar’s mood, but everything is right about the way his cock is plowing inside me, stretching and filling me in every possible way and igniting so many points of pleasure I swear it feels even better than in the past.
Perhaps my memories can never recreate how good Zogar feels inside me. Each time feels better than I anticipate. And if that continues to be true, I’ll be a very happy woman for the rest of my life.
It’s difficult to focus on anything beyond Zogar’s thrusting cock, but Saxon is helping—holding me steady, keeping me grounded and conscious, and making me feel loved and adored. The only thing that could possibly make me feel more fulfilled at this moment is if I could also connect with Zogar. In spite of what he said, I could tell he was hurt when he came up upon us.
He’s a proud man. A king. It can’t be easy for him to see his wife being pleasured by another.
“Are you ready to climax?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I try to nod. I try to look back at him, but neither is possible given the unrelenting depth and the thickness of his drives, each one stealing my ability to breathe, never mind speak.
“She’s ready,” Saxon says. “Make her come.”
Zogar shifts his angle. His girth directly rubs against my button on each pass. If he used this angle all the time I’d be in a perpetual climax.
