Page 58 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
Paisley Grove
Hercules spins me around to face him. I smell myself on his mouth. When our lips and tongues make contact, I can taste myself too. How delectable it is to taste him and me. It’s how it should have always been. We belong together now and forever.
Hercules grasps me by the waist and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his torso. I release a shuddering exhalation when his manhood surges through me. He moans, and my sex quivers. I’m full of him as he walks. My head feels balmy as his lips claim mine. Then I’m being laid on my bed, and he’s positioned between my thighs as he indulgently slides his cock in and out of me.
I slide my hands up and down his muscular back. His eyes are closed, and he’s taken away by whatever sensation he’s experiencing. His every thrust remains tender as he goes deep. Hercules certainly wants me to feel him, and I do feel him, stretching me, prodding me.
“Uh,” I grunt as my arms wrap around him tighter. I want Hercules to break past my skin and live inside me.
“Shit,” he finally mutters as his entire body trembles. He makes the most seductive sounds of pleasure I’ve ever heard. He has enjoyed me yet again, and I have no doubt about that. And he’s certainly brought me bliss.
