Page 38 of Given to the Gargoyle

TWENTY ONE

Jessie

The room I rent from Maurice is only a few blocks away from the theater. William still insists on flying me there, though. I can make absolutely no complaints.

Despite my jacket, I’m a little cold by the time his clawed feet grip the iron rail of the tiny balcony outside the living room. He carefully sets me down and waits until I’ve unlocked the door and gone inside before he folds his wings and ducks under the doorframe to follow.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I ate already. Come to bed.” I give him a look he can’t misinterpret and he lets out a long huff of breath.

“Careful, woman. You know what those words and that look does to me.”

I grin. “I’m counting on it.”

He strides forward and puts his hands on my hips, steering me backward around the furniture and into my room.

It’s simple. I’ve got only a few odds and ends other than the basic bed and desk. It’s still a squeeze for William’s large frame to fit. As soon as the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I fall onto the bed, clinging to William and pulling him down with me. Of course, he uses his wings and his strong arms to keep most of his weight from crushing me, but I still love the feel of him on top of me and between my thighs.

A deep rumble from his chest shoots straight to my clit when I roll my hips and draw him into a kiss. I love the feel of his thick body pinning me in place and the scratchy texture of his face when he trails kisses along my jaw. Most of all, I love the way he breathes my name like a prayer when he pulls back and tugs down my leggings. revealing my lacy black thong. He traces the curves of my waist and hips with reverent hands and slips a claw beneath the elastic to draw them aside.

I gasp with pleasure and my body bucks when his thumb glides through my wetness to the exact place beneath my clit where I’m longing for his touch. When I can breathe again, I lift on my elbows to look down at him, to see the flecks of deep black in his gray eyes when he looks up at me from between my thighs.

“Sweet Christ, was there ever anything so beautiful?” His words are low and raspy. His thumb makes slow circles around my clit until I moan.

“God, I’d like to have a painting made of you just like this. Spread out for me like this. I’d like to hang it somewhere so I could look at you all day.”

I laugh softly. “I’ll take some pictures for you sometime.”

“Mmm.” William draws another layer of moisture from my opening through my sensitive folds and swirls it around my clit. “Perfection. Look how wet and juicy you are for me.”

I nod. “Always.”

“And is my princess ready to come for me now? Ready for me to make you feel good?”

“Yes.”

William doesn’t wait any longer. As soon as the word leaves my lips, he speeds up his motions. When the pleasure becomes too intense, I flop back onto the bed and fist the sheets in my hands while my belly tightens and my pussy clenches.

His slick finger slides backward and forward in a steady rhythm. When I get closer, I instinctively try to close my thighs. William chuckles. “No, princess. No escaping me.” Then he flips me over onto my belly and pins my hands behind my back with one firm hand.

He nudges my legs open wider with his knee. “Spread for me, princess. That’s it.”

I let out a keening cry when his thick fingers spear into me, curling against the walls of my pussy.

“Now come for me, and don’t stop coming until I tell you.”

I moan into the bedding as he fucks me with two fingers. I’m almost loud enough to drown out the wet sounds we make. The feeling only gets better when he lets go of my hands and gives my ass a resounding smack, making me clench around his invasion.

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