Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Don’t Ask. Just Feel Me Chapter 48: Don’t Ask. Just Feel Me
He broke the kiss, cupping her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even. Asleep.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, his forehead pressed to hers, his breath slowing. The glow of his skin faded slowly, dimming to a faint shimmer as his heartbeat steadied.
He pulled out and lay beside her, her head on his chest, her body curled against his. "Damn, she’s was so fucking good. Her pussy feels so fucking great. It’s no wonder the guys who fuck her doesn’t last. Blessed or Not".
He traced a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver even in sleep. "Good thing I’m not a normal Blessed"
She wasn’t going back to Daniel. He’d made sure of that.
The golden glow between them pulsed once, twice, then settled into a steady thrum against her skin. Eira stirred against his chest, her lips parting, her fingers curling against his ribs.
"Mmnn..."
Not awake. Not yet. But close.
Lynx watched her face, the flutter of her lashes, the way her breath caught and deepened as the warmth spread through her veins.
His cock, still half hard against her thigh, began to thicken again as the glow intensified, responding to her nearness, her heat, the scent of her skin.
He didn’t move. He let the light work first.
Then Her eyes opened.
Slow, dazed, her dark irises finding his, unfocused at first, then sharpening.
"I’m sorry, the pleasure was so intense. It was the best fuck I ever had in my life." She looked at his eyes. "Again," she whispered. Her voice hoarse, raw, but certain.
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
In answer, she pushed herself up, her palm flat on his chest, her legs straddling his hips. The shift brought her wet center against his growing cock, and they both inhaled at the contact.
"I said again."
His hands found her waist, thumbs tracing the dip of her hipbones. "You’re going to be sore tomorrow."
"Don’t care."
She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her entrance. The head caught against her folds, slick and hot, and she sank down with a gasp that turned into a moan.
"Ahngnn~"
"Ahn" Eira and Lynx moaned at the same time. She was still so fucking tight, hot and wet. Like her pussy repairs itself.
The stretch was just as intense the second time. Her walls clenched around him, struggling to accommodate his girth, but the golden glow pulsed between them, easing the resistance, turning the burn into something deeper.
She sat there, impaled, her chest heaving, her hands braced on his shoulders.
"You’re shaking," he said.
"I know."
"Good."
He gripped her hips and thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt. Her head fell back, a broken cry escaping her lips.
"Ohhhnn~ fuck~"
He set a rhythm from below, driving into her with sharp, upward thrusts that made her breasts bounce. She rode him on instinct, her hips rolling, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders.
He took her one of her big breast in his mouth. Sucking and Marking it. Her released it with a wet "pop" and took the other one. Giving them the same attention.
His hand found her throat. Light pressure, just enough to remind her he owned her body now.
He released her breasts "Look at me."
She did. Her dark eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You," she breathed.
"Say it again."
"You, Lynx. I belong to you."
"Good girl."
He flipped them both, laying her on her back, driving into her from above. The new angle let him go deeper, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, heels digging into his ass.
"Yesss~ right there~ nghhn~ don’t stop~"
He didn’t.
His hips moved with mechanical precision, each stroke hitting the same spot, building a pressure that coiled in her belly like a spring. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching, her moans turning to wordless cries.
"That’s one," he said. "I want five more before I let you sleep."
"Th-then you’re going to be here all night~"
"That’s the plan."
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit in tight circles, and she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching, her scream muffled by his mouth.
"Two," he said against her lips.
He pulled out, ignoring her whimper of loss, and turned her onto her stomach. Her ass rose instinctively, her knees sinking into the mattress, her cheek pressed to the rumpled sheet.