Page 98 of Golden Burn

He makes quick work of shucking his pants off so he’s as bare as me. And holy lord. It makes me speechless. He’s already fucked me once, and I thought I understood how large he was. Turns out the dark hid it allfrom me. The sight of him in broad daylight makes my mouth dry, my heart spasm.

But I’m ready. I’m so ready.

Odin puts on a condom. Then he settles himself over me, rubbing my wet clit with the head of his huge cock. He shudders, his breath is shaky. Mine is, too. Our hearts bang against our rib cages. Vigorous and bright.

Spreading my thighs to bring him closer, Odin starts to push into me. Inch by delicious inch. I think he’s seated at one point and start to wriggle. I’m so wrong. “Bit more,” he groans as he keeps going, filling me up until our hips meet.

My vision swims, my chest hurts. This is too good. Neither of us speak as he starts to pull out and push back in. Stretching me wide and deep.

His dirty talk is on par to win an Oscar, but right now, his words aren’t needed. This moment in time is beyond the dialogue of any human language.

Odin thrusts into me with measured strokes. The muscles in his abdomen ripple against my stomach as I wrap my legs around his lower back. My breasts flatten underneath his chest as he brings our mouths together for a sweet kiss. The tattoos on his left arm cage me in, a tapestry of a life he once lived. I’m completely smothered by him, and I’ve never felt lighter.

This is completely different from our coupling in the car. That was hurried and hungry and fucking incredible. This is just as good, if not better, because it’s slow, it’s eager, it’sus.

“Etta,” he moans as he pumps into me, hitting my clit so well that I’m finding it difficult to breathe.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” I demand, jerking my hips in time with his thrusts so that we pull apart and come together in sync. Odin drops his weightfrom his hands and encircles my back to hold me in place. Tight and constricted, he pumps harder, fucking me rough and wild.

I moan into his ear, repeating his name on a loop. It sends us both into a frenzy and soon our orgasms are speeding along together like two trains on the same tracks. It’s going to hit me with so much force and that thought alone has me gripping onto his strong back, cutting his skin with my fingernails.

“Squeeze, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Fucking choke the shit out of my cock.” For the final stretch, Odin returns to his original position—missionary—with a little twist to hit me in two places at once. It’s raw and hungry, and both of us are panting so deep it’s like we’ve been doing this for hours.

My insides squeeze, my clit is a magical portal. Odin’s cock feels twice as big as he nears his finish, balls slapping against my bare skin, creating an erotic melody I could listen to all day. My own high-pitched squeaks soon join in. Odin rests his forehead on mine as he continues to fuck me to climax—and God, can he fuck.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes!

I throw my head back, the sensations overwhelming. “Yes,good girl. Fuck, sweetheart.”

He kisses me as I shatter.

Squealing into his mouth, squeezing his cock so hard it might break, I come. It splinters through me, relief and pleasure like I have never known. Odin grunts above me, biting my lip as he spills into me, slowing only when he’s completely empty.

His handsome face is flushed, his forehead dotted with sweat, his hair tousled, and his eye is clearer than a diamond. We lock gazes and he lets out a breathy, happy laugh. I swallow it up with a greedy kiss.

“Do we have to leave?” I ask as he rolls off and pulls me against him. I nuzzle my cheek against his shoulder. The scent of sex and Odin’s skin and the salty ocean create the most brilliant perfume.

“I have a gift for you,” he says out of the blue. He gets up from the bed and disappears into the closet. He returns shortly and passes me a large white shirt. I sit up and take it from him, spinning it so I can see the print on the front of it.

Edward Cullen, in all his glory, stares me in the face.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim and burst into a fit of laughter. Quickly, I shove it on and when my head pops out, my laughter turns hysterical. Odin has put on a shirt too, this one with Jacob Black’s face on it with the words #teamJacob.

“This is the best!” I clap and launch into his arms so I can kiss him. He picks me up by my legs and wraps them around his waist. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I got them made when we arrived in Rome. I thought it would cheer you up after the wedding.”

“Not bad, husband, not bad.”

I give him a quick kiss and then race to the bathroom. “You alright?” He calls out to me.

“Yes. I have to pee.”

“Fair enough,” he responds and gets up to follow me. I sit on the toilet right in front of him. No shame whatsoever. He watches me from the threshold, his cock still half hard and slightly wet.

He chucks the condom in the bin as I say, “You should, too, because we’re going to be doing that another ten times today.”

His eyebrows rise as I stand to wash my hands. He starts to taunt me by stroking his cock back to a ready state. I watch him intently; mesmerizedfor a few minutes. When I see the tiny opening at the top start to drip, I fall to my knees. “Be a good boy and don’t move,” I say and cup his balls.

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