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“Come and ride me, Miguel,” he said with a grunt. “I’m gonna bury my cock deep inside you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Though we’d started this relationship with him bottoming most of the time, I’d grown accustomed to switching off now and then. The very idea of feeling his beautiful cock inside me—stretching and filling me—made my whole body shiver with pleasure. I grabbed the lube from the bedside table drawer, opening and shutting it so fast, the lamp rattled. I crawled across the bed, throwing one leg over as he grabbed my hips and moved me into place.

Straddling him, I bent down to kiss his tempting mouth. I loved Raven’s mouth. Everything about this man made me feel wonderful. He was sexy as hell as he lubed up his cock, holding it up as I used my thigh muscles to lift up and move into place. I felt the head of his cock bump against my hole, and I took a deep breath as he eased himself inside. Every time we did this, it felt new to me. I loved making love to him and the way he seemed to know everything about my body. It made me feel closer to him than any man I’d ever known.

“That’s it, Miguel,” he said through gritted teeth. “Jesus, you’re so tight.” Raven’s voice was hoarse with desire as his fingers dug into my hips, guiding me down until he was fully seated in my ass. I moved gingerly, rocking up and down several times to take his whole cock. He was big, bigger than any man I’d ever been with before and I loved it. I braced my hands on his chest, loving the two nipple bars he’d put in as he’d dressed this morning. I knew how sensitive his nipples were and how muchhe loved it when I played with them as we made love. I paid attention to them now, squeezing them and tugging on the bars until he was moaning.

“You like that,huh, Sunshine?” I asked, lifting nearly off his cock before sinking back down and engulfing it again. It scraped over my prostate, making me almost insane with pleasure. There was no sensation I loved more, and Raven knew it. He was panting by the time I finally started bouncing on his dick. I was right there with him. I focused my gaze on my own leaking dick, loving the way it looked when precome slid out of the slit as it bobbed with the force of his thrusts. When I reached for it, he batted my hand away and took over, stroking me in time. I wassoclose, so near a second orgasm, I could barely stop it. My movements became choppy and when he hit my prostate again, I felt my second climax rush in on me.

“Miguel—” he gasped—“Gonna come…gonna fill you so full.”

His declaration made me crazy. “Yeah, Sunshine,” I grunted. “Come inside me!” I cried out. Jizz shot out of my cock, arcing in the air before painting his smooth, almost hairless chest in glossy, white ribbons. The sight of the spatters looked downright nasty and it must have felt like that for him too. I felt his cock swell inside me a second before he cried out, digging the fingers of both hands into my hips so hard, I knew I’d be bruised in the morning. I didn’t care, though; I planned on wearing those bruises with pride, knowing every time I saw them, I’d remember what caused them. When he finally slowed his thrusts, I sighed, blowing out a long, sated breath.

I leaned down, feeling the throb of his dick still buried in my ass and slid my hand over his head. It was wet with sweat from his exertions. I kissed him messily. His kisses were gentler now, slowly eating at my mouth and then simply allowing himself torelax as I finally broke the kiss and sat back up. I smiled down at him, adoring the lazy, fucked out expression on his flushed face.

“Jesus…Raven…you’re completely amazing.” He grunted, looking very satisfied with himself. A grimace crossed his face as his cock slipped out of my wet ass, followed by a rush of fluid. I rolled to my back beside him, feeling my hammering heart as I felt the sticky wetness sliding between my cheeks. It was equally odd and sexy as hell at the same time. I glanced over at him. He looked completely decadent, messy with my come spattering his chest, pooling in the divots of his delicious abs. He glanced over and smiled at me, reaching down, and running his fingers through the puddles like an artist, painting a canvas with my spunk. “I swear, that was—”

“Fucking hot? Yeah,” I said, chuckling as I turned away from him and grabbed tissues for us both.

“I feel like I need another shower,” he said, sleepily wiping at the mess.

I threw my head back and laughed. “I don’t think so. Wasn’t there something about a fucking review.”

His eyes widened as he sat up quickly. “Oh shit. Yeah, I need to write it before I forget. I feel like I’m a little bit behind in things with everything that’s been going on.”

“Sorry.” I sighed, resting my hand on my chest as I stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s all good.”

I briefly glanced over at him beside me; he was already reaching for his spare pillow and his tablet. I could barely keep my eyes open. “I hope you don’t mind if I just fall asleep, Raven. As much as I want to keep you company, I just don’t know if Ican stay awake.” I closed my eyes and felt him brush a hand over my forehead.

“Go to sleep, my angel. You can read it in the morning. I don’t feel as antsy now.”

They were the last words I heard before slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

RAVEN

Book title: Fifty and a Half Shades of Fae

Author: Beaumont Demarest

Publisher: Self-published

Genre: LGBTQIA+ Fantasy Erotica

Review/rating by Nightcrawler: 3 Stars

Synopsis:

The story of a young forest creature who comes into her own sexuality as she experiments with multiple sexual pairings.

My Review:

Who knew there were so many ways to experience the joy of sex in so many inventive ways? I suppose fairie sex is crossing the boundaries for some, but I found the book semi-interesting, thus my unusually generous three-star rating.

This highly charged, sexually graphic novel, tells the story of a young female fairie by the name of Luconica who is born to very progressive parents deep in an enchanted forest. She is raised to run through the trees unashamed of her beautiful body, nurtured and very much loved until she reaches the age of majority. After that, she is encouraged not to marry or couple-up inany meaningful way at all, but to decide upon her own sexual orientation by experimenting with all genders and enchanted creatures. Who knew there were so many different kinds?

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