Page 90 of The Last Kelpie

“Hey! My ass isn't fat!” I glared at him over my shoulder.

“Och, but it is.” Áedán rubbed his hands over it appreciatively and squeezed. “Plump and round. Perfect for fucking.”

“Oh, all right then.” I grinned as I laid my head on the bed and wriggled my ass.

He groaned, then I heard the erotic sound of him applying lubricant to his cock. That swish and slide had me shivering. I cried out when his slick finger sought my hole and entered slowly.

“You're not sore, are you?” Áedán asked as he hooked his finger inside me and eased me open. “I took you hard last night.”

“I'm not sore at all. Now stop wasting time and fuck me.”

He chuckled, low and sexy. Then he spread my cheeks, and I felt the tip of him press against me. Moaning, I pushed back, and he let me take him. The tip popped in, and I rolled it in me before pressing back further.

“Hold now, love. I'm the one mounting you, remember?”

“Then mount me and rut already.”

“My but you're so impatient tonight.”

“Because we only have about forty minutes.”

“We're not driving with them. They can leave without us.”

I blinked. “Oh! All right, then.” I grinned at him over my shoulder. “Take your time, my bonnie beast.” I used his social media handle.

He laughed harder. “Brace yourself, mortal.”

I knew he wasn't teasing, not entirely, so I braced my arms on the bed. Then he slammed deep, sending me jerking forward. I cried out in delight as he filled me, hitting all those wonderful spots. I squeezed him to spur him on, and Áedán went wild, hands gripping my hips as he thrust faster and faster.

Pleasure shot up my spine, and I pushed back on him, taking him even deeper. My cock slapped the side of the bed with his every thrust, adding another layer of tingling delight. Then Áedán grabbed it and pumped it in time to his thrusts.

“Áedán!” I cried as my body locked up and my thighs shook.

All I got in response was a grunt.

I came on the coverlet, my entire body thrashing while Áedán held me steady. Then I flopped forward. His thrusts moved me violently back and forth over the bed, but I didn't care. I smiled as my view slid side-to-side. The delicious post-orgasm lethargy had taken me, but Áedán's merciless thrusting was quickly banishing it. My cock revived in three thrusts.

“That's a good laddie,” Áedán rumbled as he bent over me.

He wrapped his arms around me and lifted up, bringing me to my feet. But I had to go on tiptoe. So he leaned back, keeping me in place as he transferred his grip to beneath my thighs. I cried out in surprise when he lifted me off the floor. My hands went behind me to latch onto his neck as he bucked up into my body. Before me, my cock flopped up and down.

“Oh, fuck.” I had never felt so loved before. Treasured. And also so naughty.

Áedán spread my thighs wider, increasing my feeling of vulnerability. But it only made me feel safer. I knew he wouldn't drop me, wouldn't let anything hurt me. The position actually made my channel more sensitive, and I found myself cresting again.

He slowed down. I felt him tremble as he reeled in his need.

“Are you going to come again, my bonnie Velascan?” he whispered in my ear. “Twice before I've given you my cream? When we first met, I never would have imagined you'd be so wanton. My greedy lover.”

“I wasn't,” I panted. “Not before you.”

All his control vanished. With a growl, Áedán bent his knees and went wild, bouncing me upward with the power of his thrusts. With the feel of his cool body at my back and cool cock inside me, I reached for the apex of desire again. My fingers became claws, digging into his shoulders, and my nipples turned into hard nubs that tingled from the touch of the air.

“Ethan, I can't hold it in much longer.” Áedán's grip on my thighs tightened.

“Just one more . . . Áedán!” I went into spasms, cock jerking as my release arced through the air.

“Ethan!” He bent backward, bringing me with him, and released deep inside me.