Page 33 of Descent

She groans, her body beginning to shake.

“Don’t you dare hold back…” I growl, never slowing down, “Fucking sit on my face. Ride me till you come, baby!”

Like a bull out of the gate, she unravels on top of me.

Those full, luscious cheeks smother me, grinding down on my mouth. Her wordless scream sends shocks of my oncoming climax through my balls, down my legs. All I do is hold on for dear life.

A rush of hot magma floods my tongue, my lips, my hands locked around her ass as she tenses, quivering and bucking above me. Never once letting me slip out of her mouth.

I never stood a chance.

My growl only makes her orgasm seem to draw out longer as I clench every muscle in my lower body, the surge of molten hot jizz exploding from me in a wave of mind shattering ecstasy.

Circe takes it in stride, every drop, still riding out the slowing waves of her pleasure. Her legs ease up, letting me come up for air.

And fuck me. I gasp, more out of shock at how incredible she felt. Aftershocks quake through me, heightened by her continued teasing and sucking.

“Oh! S-stop!” I hiss, even though I really don’t want her to. But it’s overwhelming, overstimulating. And my release has me melting mentally, relaxing physically in ways I haven’t relaxed in…well, ever.

A little giggle sends a thrill through me as she finally pulls away, licking her fingers and her lips clean. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fucking sexy in my entire life.

“Oh really?” she hums, arching her back and looking back at me over her shoulder.

Fuck. I said that out loud.

Licking my own lips, I marvel at the taste. It’s better than I could have ever imagined. Before I can finish, she’s shifting around, slipping along my side, into the crook of my arm and tasting my lips with a wicked little grin.

“Nothing hotter than tasting what you did to me.”

Son of a bitch.

Several minutes slip by, lost in a deep, passionate kiss. My head is spinning when we both slump back, her head on my chest.

Thoughts of more, of taking her again, start to swim through the haze. But I’m already fading. Guess I’m still pretty exhausted from the fighting, the lack of sleep, the lack of food.

My eyes droop. My breath slows.

I only vaguely feel her ease out of my arms sometime later, covering me with a blanket as she slips back out of the room.

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CIRCE

You’ve got something on the edge of your mouth…

My hand is halfway to my lips to wipe it away when I realize what she’s saying. Scowling, I flick a middle finger at the empty seat across from me.

Don’t be gross, Arty.

Don’t slut shame yourself. It was delicious, wasn’t it? I knew you were a secret little pervert. Just. Like. Me.

This time I smirk, rolling my eyes and dismissing her haunting memories.

Twat.

Always busting my chops for not indulging in…anything, actually.

After our night together, things feel different with Ero. I’m having second thoughts. Dangerous feelings bubble up every time I think of him, those eyes, his raven hair. Just thinking of him touching me sends me into a tailspin.

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