Page 56 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
Paisley Grove
“Hey,” I whisper.
Hercules grips my ass with the sort of need that makes me shower my panties with wetness. He still hasn’t kissed me, and I wonder why. He’s behaving very strangely. It’s like he’s holding himself back from taking me and devouring me.
I gasp when he grinds his rock-hard erection against my hood. But other than staring into my dazed eyes, he doesn’t make a profound move on me. And even though every cell of my body bursts into flaming lust, I don’t do anything, either, maybe because I’m afraid. I think I was right earlier—he has me figured out.
“You…” He sighs.
I can’t wait any longer.I grab him by the collar and tug him while directing my mouth toward his.
Surprisingly, he pulls back. His breaths are fast and heavy. Not only am I shocked, but I feel rejected too. His hard cock, the desperate way he took charge of me—I thought my kiss was one of a number of things he wanted from me.
“Sorry.” I try to step back, out of his embrace.
He grasps me tighter. I can’t move an inch. And he’s got me just the way I want him to have me.
His cheek brushes the right and then left side of my face. Back and forth. I’m swimming in a sea of endorphins. His scruff reminds me that the real Hercules Valentine is with me in my apartment and we’re on the verge of engaging in an amazingly pleasurable act.
I breathe heavily. I can’t speak. I can only enjoy our closeness.
And then, finally, he slips his hot tongue into the crease between my parted lips. My head is woozy, and my knees buckle as my mouth indulges in his velvety warm kiss. I want to faint and fly. His tongue is so delicious I could swallow him whole.
“Hercules,” I whimper because I can hardly believe that the one wish I’ve ever had is on the verge of coming true for the third time in my life.
Suddenly, I feel air hit my thighs as the hem of my dress slides up my body. Our mouths break contact as he slips my dress over my head. I’m in my bra and panties.Why did I put on underwear?Our mouths collide again, and our tongues engage in a feverish dance.
“Oh, baby,” he manages to get out.
“Ah!” I cry out as he shoves a healthy amount of his thick fingers into my sex and thrusts them in and out of me fast, like a jackhammer.
I moan in ecstasy. I’m feeling all kinds of amazing sensations at once. I’m being stretched and rubbed, and there’s a tiny but potent ticklish sensation growing down there.
“I gotta…” he whispers huskily as he guides me until my buttocks make contact with my sofa.
Hercules’s eyes are wild as he simultaneously snatches my panties down my legs and takes a pillow from the sofa and props it behind me. Watching him move enhances my expectations, and I feel myself getting wetter. On his knees in front of me, he weaves his arms under my thighs and then over, parting them. With one yank, I’m in his mouth.
“Ah!” I cry.
Holy moly.My fingers dip into the cushion. The pleasure is intense. And then…
“Ahh!” My breath quivers as he stuffs fingers into my ass.
I’m overstimulated as the orgasm grows under my hood and a full sensation grips my backside. I can hardly contain myself. It feels so sensual and makes Hercules so present.
My fingers find his hair, and I hold on to the back of his head as my nerve endings fire on all cylinders. “I…” I whimper. “I’m…”
I squeeze my eyes shut and scream as the orgasm saturates my sex. The sensation is so intense that all I see is white. And it’s lasting and lasting and…
My eyes open as wide as they can. He’s doing it again.
“Mm,” he moans. Then his mouth abandons my clit. “Do you like that in your ass?”
Damn, he sounds so sexy.And oddly, I whisper, “Yeah.”
“Good. Because it’s supposed to feel good. If it doesn’t feel good, you let me know.”
I nod frantically as I lift my hips to his mouth. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Hercules smirks before giving me what I crave. His tongue makes me tingle on impact. He knows what he’s doing—that’s for sure. The full feeling in my ass and the erotic sparks of orgasm are like salt and pepper, night and day, or fire and ice. Then it happens again. My nerve endings spark. My sex constricts. And I say his name when my womanhood spasms as I climax.
“You taste so…” He mutters something else, but then he’s back at it.
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