Page 37 of By the Fae

“Okay,” she said.

“When I’m there, you’re going to hold me still, firmly.”

“Okay,” she said again, her tongue popping out to wet her lips, and I had to fight the urge to force mine into her mouth. “Where are you going to—Where’s it going to go?”

No, no, why was that cute?

“It’ll land where it lands. You ready? I can’t hold it back any longer.”

Holly nodded, and I moved the hand on her shoulder, down. To her soft, beautiful human stomach. Surprise registered behind her eyes before my climax ripped through me. I held her face exactly where it was, so that she could watch me, stare into my eyes, as I cried out with the release. Her eyes darkened, her brow furrowed and then rose, and her mouth opened, mirroring mine.

The first blow hit the hem of her t-shirt. I wasn’t sure where the others landed. She didn’t seem to notice any of it, too intent on drinking in my face.

“Oh my Gods,” she whispered, barely audible.

When the last tremor subsided, I pulled her head forward and let our foreheads meet. “Fuck, Holly, that was . . .”

Forget the past four months. I could go back years and not remember a time I came as hard as that.

“I did it,” she said, relenting into laughter.

“Yeah, you did, baby girl.” Before I knew what I was doing, I dragged her to my body and wrapped my arms around her. The cool wet of my orgasm pressed against my stomach.

“That was probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” she said.

I stopped myself before I said,me too. Because surely, with my five-hundred years of experience, that was not the case. But in that moment, the annoying human seemed to have wiped all other memories from my head. I couldn’t seem to recall any.

“Your turn now,” I said instead.

Concern crossed Holly’s features. “I’m sorry. If it doesn’t happen, or if it takes a long time to happen and you get bored—”

I laughed, and she jumped. “How long is a long time?”

She sat back on her heels. The wet end of my dick dragged along the front of her knickers. “Um, if it happens? Like thirty minutes.”

“Let’s place a bet, shall we? I can make you come within five minutes—”

“Five minutes?” she said, incredulously.

“I can do it in one, but I want you to enjoy it.” She cocked her head to the side like a puppy dog. “Five minutes and I’ll have you trembling and weeping in my arms, and I win. My prize: tomorrow night you’ll let me come on that gorgeous human stomach of yours.”

“Oh.” Holly squirmed, the muscles in her thighs contracting again. This was going to be such an easy win for me. “And what if I win? What do I get?”

“Name your prize, baby girl.”

Chapter 13.

Goldie

Holly brought a hand to her chin, her eyes lighting up. “Got it. If you take longer than five minutes to make me . . . you know, which it absolutely will, then you, Goldie, have to listen to me and make the theme of your new game Love.”

A laugh escaped my throat. “She didn’t come to play! Good job I did, though, huh?”

She was smiling like she’d already won. I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up. Obligingly, she lifted her arms for me, and I watched as her tits bobbed when the fabric dragged over them.

“Don’t start my time until I touch your pussy, okay? I just want to savour this bit.”

If I thought that was cheating, Holly evidently did not. Her brows rose into her hairline and any protestations she may have had, she kept to herself. Or perhaps I’d wiped rational thought from her head. She whimpered, hopefully in agreement. I brought my face to the valley between her breasts and ran the flat of my tongue against every available square inch of flesh. I palmed her tits over the lace of her bra, and—

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