Page 18 of Champion of Cards

She grabbed on to my ass and pulled me into her. “Come on, babe.”

I forced myself to move through her slickness, and instinct started to take over. I rocked into her slow and easy, restraining myself exactly as Kingsnake told me. But it was the greatest battle I’d ever fought, because letting go was all I could think about. Her beautiful tits didn’t help. The sexy way she bit her bottom lip and moaned didn’t help. I started to sweat, and that sweat somehow made it more pleasurable.

Now her moans increased, and her nails carved into my back. She dragged her nails down, squeezed my hips with her thighs, and her breaths started to interrupt her moans. She breathed harder and harder, and her voice began to crack. Something was changing—and even my dick could feel it.

Then everything cranked to another level, and she released a moan far louder than all the others. Her eyes started to glimmer with tears, but not from sadness. Her hips started to buck hard against mine too.

It was all too much for me, and I felt the greatest pleasure start at my center then reach outward toward my limbs. It was a flush of heat that burned every inch of me. The sweat became more intense, and then I felt my dick give a twitch before it released deep inside her, dumping all the seed I possessed.

Fuck, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

I pounded into her hard, spurred on by the pleasure, holding on to it for as long as I could.

The tide passed, and then everything grew weak again. The heat faded and now the sweat was uncomfortable. But my dick was still hard inside her, and I wanted another hit of that all-consuming pleasure. “Let’s do that again.”

Her hands palmed my chest, and she smiled. “I’d love to.”

FOUR

FANG

It was sometime after noon when I made it to the restaurant and ordered lunch. I was so hungry that I ordered two brisket sandwiches and two ales.

“Do you want me to wait until the other person gets here before putting in the food order?” the waitress asked.

“No,” I said. “They’re both for me.”

“Ooh, gotcha.” She winked and walked away.

A couple minutes later, she arrived with the sandwiches and the two glasses of ale. As if I hadn’t eaten in days, I scarfed everything down, realizing it tasted pretty good for not being rat.

Larisa and Kingsnake entered the pub then made their way over to me.

“Damn, that’s all for you?” Larisa asked.

I licked all the sauce off my fingers before I nodded. “I think I’m going to order another one. I’m not usually this hungry.”

“It’s because you’re two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle,” Kingsnake said as he took the spare ale for himself.

“I was two hundred and fifty pounds before,” I said before taking another bite.

“Different compositions,” Kingsnake said. “So…how was last night?”

I forced the food down my throat so I could talk. “I want to have sex all the time. I wish I were having sex right now.” It was the only thing I wanted more than food. “I wanted to keep going last night, but after a while, it wouldn’t get hard anymore.”

“That’s how it goes,” Larisa said with a chuckle.

“Kingsnake,” I said. “Show me where the whorehouse is, and give me some money. A lot of money.”

“You have your tournament tonight, remember?” Kingsnake asked.

“Oh…yeah.” It had slipped my mind. “I can go there before.”

“They aren’t open during the day.”

“Why?” I demanded. “People should be having sex all the time.”

Kingsnake chuckled. “It wears off after a while.”

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