He smirked. “I’ve been there during an eruption. Not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” I asked.
“The eruptions are small. And even if they weren’t, whether we’re up there or down here, we’re screwed either way.”
“It’s hard for me to take you seriously when you think getting shot isno big deal.”
He chuckled and gave my thigh a squeeze. “Just look pretty and eat your granita, sweetheart.”
His big arms supported my thighs as I sat on his face in bed—and he ate me for dinner. He drew all my folds into his mouth, and then he licked me hard with his powerful tongue, applying as much pressure as hard fingers. He worked me like it was for his enjoyment instead of mine, when I was the one to receive all the benefits.
One of his hands reached up to grip one of my tits, and he squeezed it hard as he continued to devour me whole.
I fisted his hair and rocked into his face, an empress on the throne of his mouth, writhing and riding, pushed over the edge and plunged into a pool of ecstasy. I bucked my hips and gave a cry as I shed tears of pleasure.
He slid his hand up to my neck, and he gripped my throat before he guided me off him. Put me on my back before he moved between my thighs and folded me like I was a strand of human licorice. I’d always been flexible, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d need that skill until I met this six-and-a-half-foot behemoth of a man who liked to fuck me like a whore.
He shoved himself inside me without an ounce of gentleness, made himself right at home like my body was his palace, and then nailed me hard like even an eruption from Mount Etna wouldn’t stop him. “Fuck, this pussy feels as good as it tastes.”
I’d already come on his face so I didn’t need another release, and it was so damn hot watching him fuck me like he hadn’t had a woman in weeks instead of a day. He gave me so much of his length that it hurt with every thrust, but he’d made love to my pussy with his mouth for twenty minutes, so I could handle it.
He released a growl before he gave his final pumps, filling my pussy with a mound of seed that was so heavy it would register on a scale, and then all the muscles of his core tightened before they released.
He finished, then moved off me, rolling to his back with his head on the pillow.
I gently put my legs back into place, feeling all the stiffness in my joints from being in that position for so long. Then I lay there, fully satisfied and utterly spent.
Constantine closed his eyes and seemed to drift off right away.
I closed my eyes too, tired from my day at work and from the tidal wave of pleasure that had just knocked me off my feet.
Then I heard Medusa give a quiet whine from downstairs.
Constantine’s eyes snapped open like a mother with a newborn. “She knows mommy-and-daddy time is over.”
I chuckled. “I can’t wait until she can come up the stairs on her own.”
He left the bed and used the bathroom before he put on his boxers and headed down the stairs. A moment later, he returned carrying Medusa in his arms and put her in her dog bed on the floor next to his side of the bed. He gave her a rubdown before he kissed her on the head. “Good night, baby girl.”
He headed back to bed, turned his phone on Do Not Disturb, and then rolled on his side to look at me. “What?”
It must have been the look on my face, the look I couldn’t control. “I love the way you love her.”
He watched me for a while, the sheets resting at his waist.
“If you become a dad someday, I think you’d be really good at it.”
“Only if I had a daughter. If I had a son ... I’m not so sure.”
I could feel the surprise etch into my features because that was not something I expected him to say. “Why do you say that?”
“Sons are complicated. How do you raise them to be strong without being an asshole? How to be assertive but not unnecessarily confrontational? Men are violent, toxic, and rapists, serial killers. It’s a fine line, and I’m not sure how to walk it.”
“And how would raising a girl be different?”
“Because I’d raise her to be strong and assertive and as confrontational as she wants. Teach her how to handle toxic assholes and how to break their noses and their dicks. I was pretty much raised by a single woman. I understand women. They can be strong and gentle at the same time. But men ... men are just worthless.”
“I’m surprised you feel that way considering ... you know.”
