Page 51 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

Heat shatters through me, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Thinking about you learning how to do this with some other bitch makes me mad,” I admit, reaching out and grabbing one of his horns. I yank it, pulling his face close to mine. “It makes me feel a little bit stabby, if I’m honest.”

Hadrian nips at my mouth and pushes me back down the length of his cock, then forward again, soaking his dick with my honey.

“There weren’t many women in all those years, Bluebell. The whole time I was chasing something that might feel like you, though. And every time I did this, I can admit to thinking about you, wishing it was you, fantasizing about you the whole time.”

He shrugs as his cock pulses between my thighs. “Probably not fair to those few partners, but I always wanted to come home to this.”

Channeling jealous rage into heat, I use my grip on his horns as leverage to thrust along that huge cock, letting it kiss between my pussy lips and nudge my clit from side to side. Just as quickly as before, bliss builds until my belly’s on fire with need, legs quivering.

Hadrian never stops watching where we’re connected, not until he reaches down and guides his cock more upright. It pushes against my pussy, nudging me partway open. Even like this, I’m split wide around him.

“It’ll be perfect, little witch,” he croons softly. “Let me do it. You relax.”

“Relax, yeah,” I mutter.

But he uses his left wing tip to push me back onto his outstretched right wing, like a cushion behind and beneath me, angling me so he can thrust upward.

“Grab ahold of my wing tip, baby,” he commands, jerking his head toward the wing holding me aloft.

Reaching up, I grip the base of the sharp tip like a handle. He groans and shunts his hips, and the head of his cock breaches my channel. The metal bars drag along my inner walls in a way that sends heat curling through me. But he’s big, so fucking big.

He slips back out, and immediately I cry for more. I could do more than an inch, I swear I can.

The next push of his hips sends several inches inside, and I gasp at how stretched, how full my pussy is. It’s too much, and I claw at his wing, gasping for air as his cock kicks inside me.

“Fuck, Bluebell you’re gonna be the death of me if you keep clenching like that.” His lips curl as he slides back out. “Relax, baby.”

“You relax!” I bark out. “You’re not the one taking a giant monster dick in your human-sized pussy!”

“Count the inches for me,” he rumbles as his tail spade sneaks between my ass cheeks, poking at my back hole.

“Oh gods,” I gasp out, “that’s too much; give me a second!”

“One, Hadrian,” he commands. “Let me hear it, little one.”

“One,” I manage as he rocks softly into me, just barely.

“Two,” he murmurs.

“Two,” I repeat. “Fuuuuck.” Those delicious piercings inch magically further as my thighs start to quake.

“Gonna give you three through seven a little faster,” he says with a low, sexy chuckle. With a quick snap of his hips, he thrusts deep inside me, filling me so full, all I can do is dig my fingers into his skin and beg for mercy.

“You got a few more inches, baby.” He reaches down and guides me on and off his cock while I fall forward on his chest, doing my damnedest not to come too fast.

After pulling out, he thrusts back in and leans into my ear. “Eight, Bluebell, let me hear it.” Moving his hands to the hem of my shirt, he pulls it carefully over my head. My bra is next to go.

“Eight,” I sob as he teases with gentle, methodical thrusts.

“Nine,” he croons. “Almost there, sweetheart.”

My thighs shake so hard, I can barely hold myself up, so Hadrian reaches down and grips my ass in both huge hands. Pulling me on and off, he works his cock deeper until I’ve fully lost count of the piercings and inches. All I know is he touches something inside me that needs more heat, more roughness, more depth.

“That’s it, Blue.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and slides his cock over my clit. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet, little mate.”

I clench, and he sighs. “So wet and pretty, and I’m dripping all over you. Can you feel it?”

Risking a glance down, I gasp at seeing how he’s depositing sticky strings of precum all over my clit and pussy lips. Gods, could anything be hotter than this? He growls again and shifts between my thighs, snapping his hips a little harder, sending his length inside me again.