Page 100 of Tempting Fate

As if I had any other answer than this. “Yes.”

She sank down, swallowing my whole cockhead inside her.

Gods.

Tight, wet heat surrounded me, more heaven than I’d ever dreamed of. She stopped part way, giving a small gasp.

I froze. Reason crept in at the edges; I wouldn’t fit. “Are you well?” I gritted out.

“I’m all good, baby, just give me a minute.” She took a tentative slide up and sank down a little further, another tiny mewl escaping her parted lips.

Gods—all the gods of all the worlds—this was exquisite. Her cunt gripped me tighter than a fist, hotter than her mouth. Even this, part of me inside her, it was enough. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She sank an inch lower. “You won’t.” Gasp. “Fuck.” A breath. “I just… need to…”

“Please let me see,” I whispered.

Slowly, so slowly, she raised the hem of her dress and, oh.

Half my length disappeared between Imani’s thick thighs.

Pleasure raced up my shaft, a heady rush stronger than anything I’d experienced before. I’m inside her body.

I let out another whimper, fighting the urge to thrust my hips and drive deep.

She dropped a finger to my lips. “Hush, kitten. I know what you need. Lie back and let me fuck you.”

Imani rode me in short, shallow movements until she sank down, the sensitive length of me engulfed in… her. And she met my eyes, just for a second, until hers rolled back in her head. “I knew this dick would feel damn fine. Fuck, Airi. So good.”

My name in her mouth, with me inside her.

Aimanei. My fate.

She took so much of me. Sensation radiated from my shaft, the skin above my root pulsing, hollowing, my balls tight and tingling.

My beads swelled with a new, desperate intensity. Imani gave a sharp moan, dropping her hands to my chest, drawing up, sinking down, over and over, filling the air with her beautiful sounds and perfumed arousal.

My summit built, rushing me towards the edge faster than I’d ever known. “I can’t—”

She stopped, resting on an up stroke, leaving only the tip of me inside her.

My muscles shook uncontrollably. My cock twitched and pulsed as though encouraging her to keep moving, to let me come.

But rather than plead with her, something primal awoke in me, a growl rumbling deep in my chest, demanding I grab her. Claim her. Fuck her.

I pulsed my hips. Growls and whimpers fought each other to escape, the desperate need to give myself up to her warring with something dark and possessive.

Imani dug her blunt nails into my skin. “Don’t you dare move. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

Warmth twisted my guts and squeezed. So much.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.” She rode me in sharp thrusts, each one taking me closer, closer, closer, until I couldn’t see anything through the tears. All of me, every single part of me, was hers.

“Come for me, kitten. Let me feel that big dick fill me up.”

I came with a ragged cry, hot pleasure roaring up my shaft, the tight embrace of her cunt on my beads a delicious pressure, and then—as if I could bear any more—she tensed around me, her muscles clamping down so hard I thought I’d pass out, her breathy screams the most beautiful music, my name on her lips the most wonderful thing I’d ever heard.

My cock pulsed jet after jet of cum inside her as she shook and whimpered. I memorised every angle, every slight movement of her face, wanting to paint this truth in my mind’s eye, sear it there forever, this perfect moment.