Page 10 of How to Keep a Fae

And then he stops. Shifts.

I think he’s going to fuck me. I’m hoping that he will. He’s leaning right over me, his chest brushing against my back…

He plucks my palm from over my mouth, places it gently next to my face, and brushes the hair from my cheek.

My eyes snap open, and I peek up at him.

“I want your sounds,” he says, stroking a finger down my cheek. “Never hide your pleasure sounds from me.”

There is a distinct warning in his voice. He fully expects me to obey.

I nod, a little frantic that I have disappointed him and determined to be good.

He sinks down behind me again… and plunges his tongue straight into my core.

I moan helplessly and jerk away.

He grips my thighs holding me still, and with another approving hum, pokes his tongue deeply into my pussy. I’m about to explode. He slides his tingue out and circles it around the puckered entrance to my ass. I squeak. His fingers tighten on my thighs, keeping me still, and he laps a lazy trail all over my wet folds and closes his lips around my clit.

He sucks and performs a kind of erotic magic by flicking the tip with his tongue at the same time.

My climax slams into me.

I squeal. My whole body feels like it’s unraveling. I’m nothing but a twitching, moaning mess.

He surges up, and hot flesh spears me in a single thrust, awakening sweet nerves the length of my channel.

He hums deeply.

I’m still coming, my pussy fluttering over that glorious hard male flesh. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in.

“Oh God!”

“Hmm,” he says. “Not a God. Merely a warrior.”

He fucks me. Slow, steady thrusts. Each one lands with a hefty clap of flesh meeting, jolting pleasure straight through me. He shifts me. Widens his stance. The next time he slams into me, he hits a sensitive place deep inside that blooms an achy kind of pleasure.

“There we go,” he says. “That’s the spot.”

There’s a steady rhythm to his rutting, the way our flesh comes together.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

One arm snakes around my waist, his fingertips sliding back and forth over my swollen clit as he continues the deep, savage thrusts. Making me twitch and groan. Making my pussy flood with slick.

“Gods, your cunt is sopping,” he rumbles.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

He’s bottoming out with every thrust hitting the entrance to my womb. It aches, but it also makes me wet. There is so much of him. He’s huge everywhere, but especiallythere. I don’t know how I’m taking him, but somehow I do.

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