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My Angie cries out, and I swallow the sound with another searing kiss, pumping my finger into her, feeling the way her inner walls flutter and clench around me. She throws her head back, eyes closed as her hips jerk, riding my hand. I press the heel of my palm close to her pleasure spot, grinding against it, sliding a second finger inside her.

“Rardek,” she moans, her cunt gripping me tight. “Ahmgonnacum.”

Then she is crying out, her cunt pulsing through her climax. I keep pumping my fingers into her, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can until she is gasping for breath, almost limp in my arms. Only then do I draw my fingers out of her, bring them up to my mouth and taste her.

Her eyes go wide with surprise as I do it, so I take my time, making sure to lick every last drop of her from my skin.

“Delicious,” I say. “I will have to taste you again.”

I step back from her, and she takes a moment to adjust herself, straightening her clothing and her hair. When she looks at me again, she is scowling.

“Carntbeleeveahletyoodothatomehere,” she says, though her irritation is rather undercut by the way her eyes rake over my body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. A deep pink flush still shines on her cheeks. The glow of a well pleasured female. It delights me to see it on her.

Then her eyes cut downwards to where my cock is bulging in my leathers. When she looks back up at me, she is chewing on her bottom lip, her breathing growing faster without any encouragement from my touch. My heartspace races in my chest, but I do not do anything. I do not want to push her any further than I already have.

She walks towards me. Every step she takes, my heartspace beats harder, until she is right next to me, her body pressed as close to mine as it can get without touching. Her eyes rise to meet mine, her gaze bold, unflinching. She continues to look at me, almost without blinking, as she presses her hand to my cock, brushing her hot palm down the length of it.

My eyes near roll into the back of my head at the pleasure she induces. I am wondering if she will let me tear off her clothes and mate with her right here when she grabs me by the hand and draws me after her, heading for the door. We make it to the end of the long, thin room before I drag her back into me, kissing her once more.

Together, we stumble upwards, my hands grabbing at her thighs, her backside. I cannot stop touching her, cannot deny myself the pleasure of her flesh beneath my palms. I think I have her right where I want her, almost ready to let me take her in this dark, cramped place. But then she reaches behind me, curling her fingers around the base of my tail and giving it a little tug.

A feral growl escapes me and she laughs, ducking out from under me and running upwards. Of course I catch up with her in a couple of bounding steps, and when she turns, intending tohead up to her room, I grab her by the waist, carrying her out onto the ground level and into my room.

Any protest she might have at my manhandling her is soon swallowed by my kiss. She returns it with enthusiasm, her hands all over my body, pushing at my clothes, trying to get them out of her way so she can touch skin. I rip my vest over my head and shove my trousers down. She does the same, pausing only to undo her heavy Mercenia boots.

“Fuckinorribelthings,” she says as she throws them across the room.

Then she’s standing before me, only the tiny scrap of fabric covering her cunt remaining. She runs her fingers around the waistband of them before slowly lowering them down. When they pass the thickest point of her thighs, she lets go of them, allowing them to fall to the floor before delicately stepping out of them.

I reach for her, my headspace spinning with ideas for different ways I can show her pleasure. My cock is so hard it aches, but the image of her legs wrapped around my head as I taste her cunt is too tantalising to ignore. I will start there, I think. If it means waiting a while longer before Maldek and I set off - well, we will just have to run a little harder than we otherwise might have. He will not mind.

But before I can do anything, my Angie presses a palm flat to my chest. Pushes me down into my bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Angie

It’s been a long time since I fucked someone in a single bed, but what always felt cheap and kind of pathetic with other guys feels intimate and exciting with Rardek. He’s so big, his legs extend beyond the end of the bed, and there’s very little space for me to crawl up his body. As I straddle his hips, I squeeze one leg into the gap between him and the wall. The other I have to hang off the edge of the bed, pressing into the floor on tip toes for leverage.

His cock feels massive in my hand as I stroke it. Very rare, in my experience, that men have the goods to back up their bragging, but of course Rardek does. He’s never lied to me once, I realise.

If the blindingly good orgasm he gave me downstairs hadn’t convinced me I wanted to do this, that thought would do it. He might be arrogant, smug, all the things I usually hate, but he’s also sincere and honest and thoughtful - things I really like. Plus,he values me. He doesn’t just say it; he proves it by listening to me, desiring my opinion about things, trusting me. Things I love.

Fuck. It feels ridiculous to even think it. But in the whirlwind two days since he swaggered into my dreams, I might have just fallen in love with him.

I brace my weight on his chest, hands pressing into perfectly sculpted pecs as I lower myself onto him. I take it slow, lifting my hips up before pressing back down, over and over, taking him a little deeper every time until he’s fully seated inside me, filling me, stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Nhi Angie,” he breathes, his hands coming to grip my thighs.

I roll my hips, slowly at first, getting used to him. Sparks of pleasure flutter in my belly, intensified by the way he closes his eyes, tips his head back, a low moan escaping him. His fingers dig into my skin a little harder, his tail winding tight round my calf.

I have every intention of setting the pace, controlling this moment. Showing him the way to my pleasure. Not that he needed it downstairs. The guy was like a heat-seeking missile, primed and ready to make me explode. But human men always seem to make hard work of it, and Rardek doesn’t have the advantage of experience. Plus, it’s always harder to reach a second climax. I figure he’ll need a bit of direction.

Then his hands shift, coming to grip my hips. He lifts me up, guiding my movements, before drawing me back down as he thrusts his own hips upwards.

Pleasure explodes inside me as again and again he drives into me, setting the kind of punishing rhythm I didn’t even know I liked. His fingers bite into my hips, the pain a delicious contrast to the pleasure. He’ll bruise me, I think, and for the first time in my life, I’ll love wearing the marks a man has put on my skin.

He surges upwards, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. We’re both breathing hard, unable to sustain the kiss for more than a moment, and one hand releases my hip, sinking into my hair and tilting my head back to expose my neck. He nips and sucks, tasting my sweat slicked skin. The memory of him tasting another part of me has me moaning, heightening my pleasure.

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