Page 182 of Bride of Choice

Blanching, gaping as if he’d just slapped me, it took me a moment too long to realize he’d meant at the market and not here-here in general.

“I can handle myself,” I snapped at him, but stalked out of the market place, all the same.

I felt his eyes on me until I rounded a bend and disappeared out of sight.

Back at my place, I’d just started to take off my boots when I got two knocks and a barge in from Odix.

“Where go?” he grumbled, walking in, setting his wrapped trades down at the table, to walk right over and kneel in front of me. Plucking my boots off to examine both of them, then set them by the door, he looked as if he meant to start in on my socks when I protested.

Ignoring me, he peeled off my damp sock, pausing for far too long as I wriggled my toes. My rainbow painted tootsies glittered quite literally in the fire light.

“So small,” he marveled, flopping to his butt at my feet to lean in and, pinching a little painted piggy between his fingers, gave one a wiggle.

With a squeak, I tried to jerk my foot out of his hold, but it was too late. Odix had figured it out.

Gripping my ankle with an evil grin, he boldly brushed a claw down the middle of my foot. The sounds that came out of me, between cursing his existence and fighting him for freedom, had the bully of a butthead belly laughing as he tormented me so.

“No! Stop! Please! I’ll do whatever you want!” I squealed between laughter.

“Whatever Odix want?” he purred.

“Yes! Yes! Just stop! EEE!”

Releasing my foot, he grabbed the other one and released it from its sock, to toss the soggy bits of cloth away from him.

Turning towards me, he hooked my feet on his massive shoulders, rainbow toes dangling over either side of his fluffy head, told me to hold on, and lifted me up like I was nothing.

Walking me to a wall, he pressed me up against it, eyeing my pants for a long moment before grunting as if to say Fuck it, and reaching between my legs to run a claw down the crotch of my pants.

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to sew those?!” I burst out.

My panties were next, yet another pair sacrificed to a randy beast.

Purring as his prize was exposed, he wasted no time burying his face in my pussy and eating me out like I was his last meal.

My hands gripped his head, burying in his hair as he worked me. His snarls into my heated flesh at the taste of me, thick tongue stabbing deep, the vibrations aiding in dragging me towards the edge, it drove me that much closer. So fucking sexy.

At the last moment he pulled back, dragging me down his length to impale me on the thickness ready and waiting, hard as a rock, standing to attention between his thick thighs.

“Jo,” he choked out, as he found my pulsing heat and slid right home.

Stumbling towards my bed, his hips jerked awkwardly as I climaxed, hard, stuffed to the brim and then some, my channel clenching him in a death squeeze.

Tumbling us onto the bed, he fell over me, the movement rocking him deeper into me.

Gripping my bedding on either side of my head, he pulled his hips back, until just the tip remained, to slam home hard enough to make my teeth rattle.

“My Jo,” he hissed out above me, humping deeper and deeper into me, until I was sliding up the bed and my hands shot out to press into the wall above my head, offering him leverage to screw me into next week.

He came with a silent shout, jerking wildly atop me as he shoved deep one last time. Baring his teeth at me, thwarted from reaching my throat as he eyed it, his gaze locked with mine and he held it as his big body jerked and his cock swelled, locking inside of me as he gave me all he had.

Feeling a bit like a Joanie sandwich, mashed up with my legs practically kissing his ears, I wiggled my toes simply to see if I still had feeling in them.

Breathless, he would have collapsed atop me but I yelped, forcing him to pull back or break my damn legs. The Joanie was just not that bendy, my friend.

Turning his head, he jerked down my pantleg and kissed my hairy as shit leg.

“Always,” he rumbled, struggling to get the words out as his cock continued to jerk deep inside me. “Jojo always watch Odix walk ‘way,” he muttered, swallowing thickly.

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