Page 77 of Love Without Demands

“My woman likes taking me inside her pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” he growled, working up a fierce cadence that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Our bodies slapped together, the sound echoing around the room as he covered my mouth with his.

The kiss was sweet and slow, so different from the brutal way he was taking me, and my heart melted for him. Cruz was giving me everything I’ve ever dreamed about and more. I hadn’t even given him any details, but somehow he knew I wanted to be so desired that he couldn’t help but fuck me like an animal.

Backing out of the kiss, his breath warmed my lips when he whispered, “You are so goddamn beautiful.”

Then he reached for one of my legs, unwinding it from his waist and pulling it up and over his shoulder, practically bending me in half. He leaned forward, and the new angle had the head of his cock hitting a spot inside me that was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

Combined with his piercing rubbing against my swollen clit, something built in my depths. Something foreign. Something powerful. Something a little bit scary, to be honest.

But I didn’t care. I wanted it. Whateveritwas.

I clutched at his shoulders, my fingernails scratching against the leather as my body began to tremble from head to toe. “It’s… I can’t… it’s too much,” I jabbered because I didn’t know how to explain what was happening to my body.

Looping one strong arm beneath my ass to hold me up, the big Viking used his other hand to tenderly stroke my face. “I know, sweet one. Don’t try to fight it. Let go for me.”

The words were delivered quietly, still a command but a caring one. So I did what he asked and relaxed into the feeling.

The results were nothing short of magnificent. If I’d thought my first orgasm was akin to soaring like a bird, this one was like I was being rocketed directly into space. Tiny pinpricks of light dotted the periphery of my vision like stars, and I came, and I came, and I came.

A soft beard chafed against the side of my face as a deep, groaning voice growled into my ear. “That’s it, baby. Fucking gush around my cock. You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”

Then with three more pumps—each accompanied by a rugged grunt—he held himself deep and filled me. We clung to each other as our heaving chests rubbed together, his covered with leather, and mine bare.

Slowly, I allowed myself to come out of the fantasy and back to real life, and I saw a blond Cruz staring back at me, a look of awe on his handsome face.

We were both perspiring, but his face and body were completely drenched, no doubt from wearing the heavy costume. It was especially damp where we were joined down below. No, not damp. Completely soaked.

Maybe he has a ball sweat issue. Or perhaps he’s a cum machine. Hell, I don’t give a damn what it is when he can fuck like that.

“Jesus, Lehra. Have you ever squirted before?” Cruz asked, and my eyes widened before moving down. He was still inside me, and the sight of his thickness buried in my sex made me want to take a picture and frame it. But that would be weird.Right?

“I squirted?” I asked, returning my gaze to him, and he grinned ruefully.

“Yeah, baby. What did you think all that wetness was? Ball sweat or something?”

“No, of course not,” I said a little too quickly. “Are you sure I squirted?”

His lips sucked softly against mine. “Positive.”

Embarrassment heated my cheeks. “I’ve never done that. Did it weird you out?”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he pulled my leg from his shoulder and back around his middle. “Not even a little bit. It was the hottest thing ever.”

“So have you…” I trailed off, not really wanting to hear about it if he’d had the same experience with another woman, but Cruz picked up my vibe.

“No, but I’ve read a lot about it. The dual stimulation is supposed to help. You know, with me inside and then the piercing on your clit.” He took a careful step back, and I realized there was liquid all over the floor beneath us.Good god! That is a lot of vagina juice.“Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have dick piercings?” I asked as he carried me down the hallway.

“When exactly was I supposed to bring it up? I’m not sure of the proper etiquette for that kind of conversation.”

I giggled as we entered my bathroom. “Maybe they teach that type of thing at finishing schools.”

“I must have been absent that day,” he retorted dryly before squeezing my butt with both hands. “Can you stand up?”

“I’m not sure. I think you fucked all the bones out of my body.”

He gave me a lascivious grin. “I think you were the one fucking my bone.”

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