Page 80 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
“That was the sex talking,” I continue because he’s looking at me as if he’s bewildered.
“Shit,” he finally whispers and then looks down at his manhood gliding in and out of me. “I came.”
“Huh?” I’m confused.
“Inside you.”
That’s why he has that look on his face.“It’s okay. I’m not ovulating.” According to my calendar, I’m not.I think.
Did he not hear me say I love him?Maybe not, because his lips are on mine and we’re kissing.
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The bedroom isfull of muted light, and Hercules’s arm is around me. At least this morning, we’re still in bed together when I wake up. I run my hand across his arm. It’s so strong. His chest, stomach, cock, and thighs against my back side make me so horny. I sigh noisily to let him know I’m awake and then shimmy my ass against his morning wood.
“Hey,” he whispers and kisses my shoulder.
Last night, after he came inside me, I washed up, and then we went straight to sleep—like the night before, though we couldn’t keep our hands off each other even while we were unconscious. Unfortunately, the memory of me telling him that I love him hasn’t gone anywhere.
He grinds my ass with his erection, burying his hard-on between my round cheeks as he reaches around my hip to stimulate my clit.
“Ah…” I sigh. It feels so good. “Hercules?” I nearly moan because my sex is already sparking.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Did you hear me say that I loved you last night?” I say, barely about to get those words out. My body stiffens as I’m on the verge of climaxing.
“Um… hmm. Shit,” he mutters.
I tremble and cry out as the pleasure spreads under my hood.
“On your knees,” he commands as soon as my shivering cools. He helps me get in position. “Your ass, baby. Damn.”
‘Oh Hercules, please,” I whimper. I can hardly wait for what’s coming next.
“I know what you love.” He slaps one of my ass cheeks. The stinging makes me wetter. “And I’m going to give it to you. Hard,” he says as his cock rips into me.
I scream when the tip hits the inside of my belly.
He does it again and again. “Do you feel me?” he roars.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Do you want me stop?”
I grab two handfuls of sheets. “No! Please, no.”
Hercules lowers me, belly down, onto the bed. I’m turned on by his heaviness on top of me. This is what I wanted all along—for Hercules to weigh me down and crush himself against me and in me, just to see if our souls can merge. His burning sighs crash against my ear. They mix with my cries of delight. I’m so full of him.
“I love that you love me,” he says with each stroke and then… “Ahh!”
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We don’t go runningin Central Park as planned. Instead, we stay in and make love all day. I have my arms wrapped around Hercules and am trailing kisses across his shoulder blades. We’re so relaxed and close that I think the time has come to see if he knows anything about our families’ feud. I’ve been thinking about how to broach the subject as Lark Davenport, and I think I’ve got it.
“Hercules?” I say in a sweet voice.
He flips over to change positions. Now he’s holding me and fondling my breasts. Each stroke of his hands feels so divine. My chest flutters, and so does my flower.
“Yes, baby,” he says.
I almost don’t want to bring up the subject, but since I started, I might as well keep going. “I heard about your feud with the Groves. What’s that about?”
Hercules tenses up as he stops massaging my tits.Damn it.Maybe now isn’t the appropriate time. He’s silent. I wonder what I should say to lighten the mood again. But I’m lost for words.
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