Page 87 of Born of Ice

Later,I make a silent promise to my dick in hopes that he behaves for now.

“Th-that…that was…” Electra starts, but once again I don’t let her finish because I’m nowhere near done with her pleasure tonight. So, before her body has a chance to enter that blissful post-orgasmic coma, I push my finger back into her pussy and she sucks in a sharp breath, moaning out my name.

“Exton.”

Unable to form coherent sentences when my eyes are locked in on her ass hole I let out, “Not done.” And kiss that puckered entrance.

“Jesus Christ,” Electra squeaks, but dutifully keeps a firm hold on her legs for me. What a good girl. “You…you’re making out with my ass?”

“No, Electra,” I hum into it. “I’m eating it.” And plunge my tongue inside the tight entrance.

She immediately moans. It must be overstimulating for her to have both her pussy and ass filled at once after quite a long break.

A quick but ugly thought races through my mind, did that fucker touch her perfect ass? Did he ever taste her the way I do? Did he get this fucking hard for her?

“Never,” she murmurs under her breath, and I don’t know if I spoke those questions out loud or if she’s talking to herself again like she did in the bathtub, but it still makes me want to put a claim on her and roar “she’s fucking mine.”

But I can’t take that from her, not when she might wake up tomorrow morning and regret it all.

She’s vulnerable tonight, her walls weak and lowered, and I may be a bastard, but I won’t be the one to take that away from her like this. The best I can do is lift her ass higher, squeeze it harder and fuck her holes with my mouth and finger until she sees not only the stars but the whole cosmos and falls through the black hole by the name Exton Quinn.

Electra moans even louder as she screams. “Never, Exton! Never…no one…just you.” I halt for a second, just one breath at realization that she was answering me only now I’m very much sure I never asked those questions aloud and she simply felt them inside my head.

My insides roar, my heart hammers against my chest, my dick is pulsing wildly as pre-cum paints my boxers because I’m the only one who’s had her like this. Just me.

If I didn’t already know that my obsession with her was unhealthy, I’d strongly believe it now because the fire that her words started inside me is unquenchable. It’s the forever kind.

And maybe a piece of that fire slides into her because her upper body flies off the bed as she screams and comes all over my finger, her sweet juices dripping down to her asshole where I lick up each and every drop like a starved man.

But I am one, I’m starved for her. Ever since I met her, I knew there was more. Deep inside this need was already brewing.

“Stop…stop. Please, Exton. I beg you, stop,” she whimpers as I stroke my finger over her sensitive clit, loving that despite her not being able to walk, all those nerve ends are intact and thriving.

“Hmm, I do like it when you beg.” I smile, kissing her ass one last time before I sit up, my cock trying to rip through now almost dry boxers.

Electra drops her legs, but I catch them right away, still holding them bent over as she lays her forearms over her face. “You’re insane.” She heaves, her breath still not back to normal and neither is mine.

“I didn’t know it was possible to not feel my already unfeeling legs,” Electra grumbles, and I chuckle, finally pulling her feet down and massaging the sore flesh. She might not feel it, but I can tell I overdid it tonight.

I pushed too hard. Fell into her too deep. But in truth, this was only the tip of the iceberg of what I want with her. Something that just barely scratched the surface to quench my insatiable thirst for her.

“Sorry, little star. I got a little carried away down there.” I keep squeezing her thighs, following with a kiss to every inch of her legs until I’m back at her lush backside. “Your ass is too sweet to simply walk away without a taste.” I wink, licking my lips and she blushes.

She fucking blushes after everything that already happened tonight. I suppress my laugh but won’t ever miss a chance to rile her up.

Crawling back up her body until my face is above hers, I pinch her nipple. “Maybe I should stick my tongue right back inside, I hear it helps to shed that prude persona. I mean, look at you a moment ago, basically begging to be fucked there, and now you’re all demure.”

She loses the serene look on her face and smacks my chest.

“Maybe you should stick it back inside because I liked you much better when your mouth was occupied.” I laugh at her dry delivery as if she’s not fazed by me, despite the pink cheeks and the three, or was it four, orgasms I gave her tonight.

Still laughing, I kiss her smart mouth. “Never change, angry elf. Never.” I give her a closed mouth kiss again and jump off the bed.

I run to the bathroom, grab a wet washcloth, and get back on the bed, cleaning up the mess we made while Electra watches me like I’m some kind of a riddle she can’t put together.

Eventually, she clears her throat just as I finish up. “You didn’t have to do that.”

I pause, looking at that washcloth in my hands. I guess I didn’t really have to, since I never did before. The girls I fucked always took care of themselves and it never bothered me but the simple thought of not doing it for Electra makes me feel wrong.

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