Page 136 of Stone Temptation

He loomed above me, his cock brushing against my stomach. His eyes were wicked flames, me the moth helpless to resist them. I took his face in my hands, pulling him down for another kiss. He crushed my mouth as I crushed his, our lips melding, tongues embracing, losing ourselves to the sensations.

My heart flipped, wave after wave of euphoria taking me out to sea.

I liked being lost in this sea. The Asher sea.

He moved his lips to my neck, igniting every sensitive nerve there. My hands slid across his shoulder blades, embracing the muscularity of his back, moving down to his divine arse cheeks.

Wow. You really could bounce pennies off that peach.

Asher lifted his head, kissing the sides of my mouth, my cheeks. “Are you ready for me?”

“More than ready.” I gave him a peck.

“I’m big.”

“I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, kissing me again.

“What about lube?” I asked, stroking his backside.

He moaned softly, then said, “Gargoyle genitals adjust accordingly.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know that, only that no condoms were required with gargoyle-human relations.

“You ready?” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes, sir.”

I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around him. Watched him as he pressed the tip of himself against my hole.

I drew in a deep breath.

“Sure you’re ready?” he asked.

“Do it.”

He locked his eyes to mine as he entered me. Pain bloomed, as did the cool slickness of lube oozing from him into me, helping him glide in. I clawed at the sheets, bunching up the silk against the pain.

And then it passed. Everything fit into place perfectly. Extreme pleasure replaced the burn, sending aggressive pulses to my balls.

Shit. How long could I last against this tide?

“You’re so tight,” he breathed.

“Stretch me.”

“You alright?”

“Stretch me. Pound me. Do whatever you like.”

He kissed me and went slow at first, rocking his liquid hips, landing a bullseye on my G-spot with each thrust.

“Fuck, Asher…” I went from silk to skin, holding tightly to his back.

“You good?”

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