Page 41 of Tempting Frey
And I’d vowed to him I would do it every day. It would be the easiest promise to fulfill.
Palming his ass cheeks, I opened my mouth over his hole. I wrapped my lips around his swollen rim and sucked on it while pushing my tongue into him.
He moaned rhythmically, louder and faster, the sounds growing in pitch. I swirled my tongue inside him and sucked harder, feeling his tremors vibrate into me. His moans crested, and he came on a piercing wail. His pulsating hole let out a jet of fresh slick, and I gulped it down.Orgasm number six.
The essence of Oliver’s heat could be used as a weapon, turning the most gruesome battles into senseless orgies.
My knot tingled, and my balls felt swollen, ready to burst. I couldn’t wait much longer.
I rose above him and admired his spread-out body. He held his legs folded to his chest, and his slick hole pouted, blooming dark pink between his pale ass cheeks.
He looked so needy and helpless waiting for me. Parted lips, flushed cheeks, glassy eyes.
“Teddy…”
I rubbed my cock over his slack rim, spreading slick around, and he gazed up at me, his eyebrows scrunched together.
“Teddy, I’m so empty. Can you breed me? Can we…?”
My cockhead snagged on his rim. He couldn’t say stuff like that to me when I was doing my damnedest to control myself!
“Fucking hell, Oliver…”
I slipped inside his slick warmth, and we both groaned.
“Breed me,” he repeated. He looked drunk.
Jaw clenched, every muscle in my body tense, I paused with only my cockhead inside his warmth.
Slow down, you greedy fucker. He was a virgin. And you took him against the wall like a brute. Don’t even think about breeding him so soon!
I inched forward, my thick girth stretching his opening into an unnaturally large circle. Oliver only moaned with pleasure.
More than half of me was in him. I knew he could take me whole—he’d taken my knot. But it seemed impossible. Incredible.
“Need you deeper. More…”
It was as if Oliver’s pleading voice physically pulled on my hips. I pushed inside him to the root, and my cockhead met resistance deep in his guts. A soft bundle of flesh cradled the very tip.
Oliver moaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut. “There. I can feel it.”
I rocked my hips, pushing into the spot. Again. “Oliver, baby, it’s too soon. We have time…” Even as I said it, I thrust harder.
“I want it.” A guttural sound tore from his chest. “Fuck me right there. Oh yes. I want it. God, that’s…”
Oliver’s broken words and moans of pleasure were not making it easy for me to hold back. And the push and pull, the changing pressure around my cock, the slippery flesh squeezing me lovingly…
Go slow, you monster!
I wrapped myself around him, caging him in, surrounding him with my arms and legs, as I rocked into him over and over. My cockhead kissed the gate to his womb, and it felt as if the bundle of flesh had grown and sunk lower over the past few hours.
Oliver’s hole clenched harder, pulsating around my cock, and he groaned with a long, mellow climax. His insides loosened further, and I circled my hips before I stilled. Staying as deep inside him as I could, I kissed him.
“We’re making love,” he whispered.
“Yes, baby.”
“This is amazing. I imagined… things… but this…”
