Page 32 of Held

Wick nodded. He was bent over her, kissing her shoulders in a way that made her want to turn around and grab him, start kissing him properly. But he seemed to be greatly enjoying the revelation that he could kiss her body while he stretched her, and she couldn’t muster the effort to turn around right now.

“Feels different,” Wick said against her skin. “It doesn’t end like your other hole. Do you think I can fit all of me inside?”

Briar groaned and reached underneath herself to toy with her clit. “Gods. Let’s find out.”

Wick hesitated. “But you said this hole isn’t wet enough.”

“Not yet.” Briar looked back at him, her cheeks burning with anticipation. “You can get hard again, can’t you?”

Wick nodded, confused.

Briar wiggled her ass, feeling her hole clench around his fingers. “Then get me wet, big boy.”

Wick blinked. Then he jerked back, pulling his fingers out of her so fast that Briar gasped. Her eyes fell to his hard cock, which was bright red and jumped under his touch.

“That’s it,” Briar coaxed as Wick gripped himself. “Come on me. Stuff it in my hole.”

Wick groaned. His head tipped back, his chest heaving as his hand blurred over his cock. Briar watched it, panting against her arms. It conjured a hundred images of Wick doing this to himself alone in his cave, or his mountain, or wherever else he had lived over the centuries. Millennia? Briar had always heard Skullstalkers lived for thousands of years, but he said he was younger.

Wick let out a low growl. A full-body shudder worked through him, his wings snapping out as he came, thick ropes of come splashing over Briar’s bare back.

Briar grinned. She waited for Wick’s fiery eyes to pry open again, then wiggled her ass.

“Messy,” she goaded. “Clean me up.”

Wick made an unintelligible noise and started running a finger through the come on her back, feeding it into her stretched hole.

Briar’s eyelids fluttered. She had mostly agreed with his “fitting” question to make him hot, but now she was genuinely giddy about the idea.Couldhe fit inside her like this?

Wick scooped another fingerful of come inside her. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth hanging open as he watched it squeeze inside her.

“Remember to slick yourself up,” Briar reminded him.

Wick did, a growl cutting off in his throat. He gripped her hip and met her eyes questioningly.

Briar braced her knees against the moss. “Give me all you got, big boy.”

Wick’s hand trembled on her hip as he guided himself in.

Briar bit her arm in ecstasy as he started to thrust. Gently, as he always did at first. Working himself in. He’d stretched her for so long there wasn’t even a sting, just a powerful stretch as he pushed inside.

Briar cried out as the first ridge popped inside… then the second.

“Ohhhhgods,” she groaned, her eyes falling shut. She curled her hands against the moss, ripping out soft tufts. Anal wasn’t often her preference, but the sensation of those ridges made it entirely worth it.

Wick leaned back to watch his cock vanish into her hole. A harsh growl ripped out of him, trailing off into a moan.

“You’re stretched sowide,” he panted admiringly.

He pushed deeper. The third ridge popped inside, so fast that Briar yelled in shock. She tried to say something, but Wick was shoving inside with a roughness that could only mean one thing.

Briar pried her eyes open just as the amulet started to glow against the moss, lighting up the dark clearing.

Wick’s animal grunting grew quieter. His thrusts gentled, his hands trembling on her hips from holding himself back.

Good boy,Briar thought. But before she could say it, Wick’s arms were closing around her thighs and hauling her into his lap.

Briar’s yelp turned into a moan as he pulled her deeper onto his cock. Then he lifted her again, pulling her up and down on his cock.

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