Page 113 of The Satyr's Guilt
About halfway down the hall, he dropped herto her feet. “I can’t wait.”
He yanked off his shirt but fumbled with hisBDU’s, finally unzipping and letting them fall to his knees. Denimwas having the same problem. So he tore her pants open and shovedthem down her legs.
Ram’s shaft jutted out, painfully hard. Heslammed her against the wall, slipping his fingers beneath the laceof her bra, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Extracting hisdigits to complete the job, he unhooked the back clasp. With herbreasts free, he licked his lips. “Those are kissable.”
Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths,her nipples all perky.
Ram cupped one breast, squeezing it in hishand. As she moaned and stroked his arms, he dropped his head totake her flesh into his mouth, licking, teasing, and sucking untila tight bud formed. He moved to the other breast.
With her back pressed to the wall, she wasat his mercy. Just where she belonged. His erection prodded herbelly, his mouth working her succulent breasts.
Ram slid into her panties. One digit glidedback and forth through the moisture between her folds. His thumbcircled her clit. When he clamped his teeth around her nipple, hethrust a finger into her channel.
“Oh, God.” Denim trembled.
He stabbed two fingers into her pussy,whispering into her ear, “How’s that?”
“Oh, yes. Faster.”
“You are so demanding.”
The speed picked up while Denim poundedagainst his hand in a frenzy. His fingers punched in and out. Whenhis thumb found her clit again, he circled and taunted.
“Come for me, doll. Let me feel you fallapart.”
“Oh, Ram.” With her shout, her bodyfroze.
“Let go.” Buried in her hot moisture, hehelped her ride out the orgasm.
Withdrawing slowly, he brought his fingersto his mouth. She watched, her eyes wide, as he sucked them intohis mouth. He grinned and licked his lips. “I’m gonna need insideyou before I explode.”
“You brought condoms?”
“Plenty. I don’t go anywhere near youwithout a supply.”
“I love strategic planning.”
“Let me lose these.” Ram had prided himselfon being a smooth lover. With Denim, he was all thumbs and awkwardmoves. Too excited. He fumbled with his pants, shoving them to thefloor, stepping out of them. Searching the pockets for condoms, hefound one, ripped open the package with his teeth, and rolled it onwhile Denim busied herself disrobing. Once he was naked but gloved,being a gentleman, he helped tear off her panties.
He cradled her ass to lift her. “Legs.Around my hips.” Fisting his cock, he nudged her wet pussy.
The female was strong. She locked herankles, yanking him forward.
Both hands clenching her hips, he droveinside. In one hard thrust he found heaven. Pulling out almostentirely, he plunged back in, flexing his ass. “So good.”
“Ram. Fuck me.” Her nails drew blood on hisshoulders. “I need you to move.”
“Oh, yeah.” His hips undulated. Everysqueeze of her muscles killed him, the friction intense. He felt atwinge as his damn horns shoved through his scalp to lie flatagainst his head. His satyr’s beast came out only for Denim.
With her face to his chest, she sucked andbit on his nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
Hell yes.
He tilted her chin up with a finger andbrushed his lips across hers, his tongue invading her, pushing in,sliding out, keeping the same rhythm as his hips. Tongue and cocktogether. It was a fucking harmony of rapture.
Then, because she was the only female whobrought his satyr beast to the surface, she did what no one everhad. She gripped his horns to urge him on. With her palms strokingthem, Ram drove toward a release. His hips slammed forward. Back.His shaft pistoned into her, hard as steel. His balls slappedagainst her flesh. The wall shook when her back thudded against itwhile he ravaged her.
Denim cried out, “Yes. Don’t stop.”
