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But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to take me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Whatever he wants. His shaky hands, I reach up and undo his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his massive cock. My hand wraps around it. His ocean blue eyes go wide as my hand moves up and down.
He leans down, taking my lips once again. The faster I stroke him, the harder he kisses me. I can feel him getting closer to his own release, his cock getting even harder in my hand. I want to make him come. I want him to coat my body with it, marking me as his.
His hand strikes out, grabbing mine and pulling it off him. I pout against his lips at the denial, but he just smiles. “I don’t want the first time you make me come to be from a hand job. No. I want to know what it feels like to come in you.”
Odin sits up, pulling his shirt and pants off. I watch with rapt attention as his body is revealed to me. I always thought he was hot, but to see him naked is another story. His taut abs, bulging pecks, thick forearms, and sculpted V make my mouth fall open. But what really catches my attention is a little lower. His cock is like something you would see in a porno. Thick, long, and veiny.
He catches where my eyes are glued to, and a smug smile blooms. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was checking him out. Sue me. The man is too gorgeous for his own good. I swear no one should look this good. It’s wildly unfair.
His hand grabs the hem of my pants, and with one swift motion, he removes them, tossing them over his shoulder. I lay beneath him, only my bra and panties. Reaching over me to his bedside table, he opens the drawer and pulls out a knife. The metal shone under the light in his room. I recognize it as the one he sliced my panties off with.
A gasp leaves me as the cool metal touches my collarbone. He trails it across my chest. Not hard enough to cut, but enough pressure that I know it’s there. I can see the craziness in his eyes and what he wants to do. I nod my head, permitting him. Odin doesn’t wait, slicing my bra off. The cool metal touches my skin again, circling my taut nipple. I take a deep breath, the second he adds more pressure, slicing into my skin. A hiss of pain breaks free as he watches blood pool to the surface. His eyes are manic, but that doesn’t scare me.
He starts to circle my other nipple, before slicing into the skin there too. Another hiss leaves me. He glides the blade through the blood before lifting it to his mouth, licking it off. Ok. Didn’t think blood play would be hot, and I would be wrong about that.
His eyes close as he tastes my blood. A groan leaves him as he pulls the blade away from his tongue. His eyes are wide, wild as he places the blade between my breasts. I can see him asking if I am alright, and I nod. I am more than alright. I am so turned on right now.
Applying pressure again, the blade slices into the delicate skin between my breasts and down to the top of my stomach. Odin leans down, licking the blood that comes to the surface of my skin. We both moan at the feeling.
“Please. Odin.” I beg.
Still licking the blood, the knife glides under my panties. He pulls it up, cutting them in two. He drops the knife on the bed beside us and tears the material away from me. He lines himself up with my slick entrance. As he starts to push himself into me, his lips meet mine again, sharing the blood he collected on his tongue. The tangy, coppery taste takes over my mouth. I should be repelled by it, but I need more.
I lick his lips, getting every last drop off him as he full seats himself in me. He is big. Massive. And I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. Unlike Odin or Dante, he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust to him. He pulls himself fully out before forcefully slamming every inch back into me.
A scream of pure ecstasy fills the room as he fucks me without caution. His thrusts are hard. Demanding. Unrelenting. Building me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“That’s right, princess. Take every inch of my cock like the good girl you are.” He groans out.
I open my legs wider, giving him more space to keep up with his pace. He takes the invitation, pounding into me even harder than I thought he could.
“Fuck. You are doing such a good job. Good girl. Come for me.” He demands.
My body reacts to his words. An orgasm rips through my body, and his name leaves my lips as the world goes black around me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, prolonging my orgasm. I can feel my legs start to shake, and my breath is caught in my lungs. The high wears off, but not for long. His finger start to rub my clit, quickly building another orgasm in me.
Before I even know it is happening, my walls tighten around his cock as another orgasm tears through me. The sheets become wet underneath us. He groans as wetness coats his pelvis. His movements slow as he groans out his release. Filling me with him. His hips jerk a few more times before he collapses on top of me.
The two of us lay there, completely entangled as we fought to catch our breaths. I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his warm, sweaty skin against mine. I never knew I could feel this way, but Odin is making me feel things you only read about in romance novels.
Eventually, he rolls off me, pulls on a pair of sweatpants, and walks out of the room. I want to ask where he is going, but my body feels like jelly, and talking would be too much to ask right now. He reenters with a wet washcloth. He cleans me up before looking at the massive wet spot under my ass.
Pride beams off him as he takes in what he made me do. I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. I start to roll over, but he stops me from moving. He takes the sweatpants off and crawls into bed next to me. I curl into his side, my head on his chest. The sound of his beating heart lulls me.
“You should play more, and for more people than just me.” I quietly say into the silence. I don’t expect a response, knowing that is a boundary for him.
“Maybe one day.” He finally says after a couple of minutes of silence.
I smile. Whenever he is ready to share his talent, I will be in the front row cheering him on.
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My beautiful, sweet girl thinks I have forgotten her. Little does she know that I am just biding my time. After my attempt at the lake, I knew she wasn’t ready for me. But it also proved that she will be a lot more difficult to take than I anticipated. I don’t know who that man was who tackled me, but he is very well trained and is keeping an eye on her. I just need to find an opening… or make one.
I also need to know how she will react to the drug. I spiked a few people with it, and while most of the reactions I expected, a few have had different reactions. One girl started to scream and claw at her face. Another didn’t seem to react to it at all. I started to wonder if I received a bad batch of it, until the next time I tried it. That girl acted as I expected. Completely under my control. I lived out a bit of my fantasies of Serena with her. I didn’t fuck her or come, but other things I want to do to her. Let’s just say by the time I was done with that girl, she would never be the same.
I have been spending way too much time away from her lately, but I need to get everything all prepped for the special day. I have already decided when I am going to do it. Valentine’s Day. The most romantic day of the year is perfect for the start of our relationship.
Things have taken turns I wasn’t anticipating, but I am nothing if not flexible. And persistent. Nothing and no one will get in my way.
