Page 79 of Hades

I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and pumped them in and out as I sucked hard on her clit. My cock throbbed in my jeans, aching, demanding release, but I ignored it. This was about her. About making her come so hard she forgot her own goddamn name. I flicked the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue while my fingers found that spot inside that made her squeal.

Her walls clamped down on my fingers, her hands tugged on my hair hard enough to hurt, and her flavor flooded my mouth as she came. The sound she made... fuck. That broken, desperate cry that tore from her throat made my balls tighten. Made me want to flip her over and fuck her until she made that sound again.

She was so damn sweet—I couldn’t get enough. Lettie pushed at my head, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations. Too sensitive. Too much. She sat back on my chest and looked down at me. I could only imagine what she saw—my face wet with her, my eyes dark with hunger, my jaw clenched with the effort of not throwing her on her back and burying myself inside her.

Whatever it was made her smile.

The euphoric, sated look on her face was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. She scooted back until she was sitting on my abs, and I grabbed her face, hauling her close so she could taste what I had. So she could taste herself on my tongue. So she could understand exactly how fucking delicious she was.

She wasn’t shy. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, sweeping over my teeth, battling mine for control. In one quick move, I flipped us over so she was under me. Pinned. Trapped. Mine. I kissed down her jaw to her neck, then back up to her lips. Couldn’t stop kissing her. Couldn’t stop touching her. My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every soft place, every spot that made her gasp.

“Brock,” she panted.

“What, my queen?” I asked between kisses.

“Fucking fuck me already,” she ground out.

I peered down at her, my lips curling into a smug grin. She was desperate for me. Aching for me. And fuck if that didn’t make me feel like a goddamn king.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes!” she growled, then smiled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her ass to rub against my jeans. The friction made me groan. Made my cock pulse. Made me want to tear my jeans off and slam inside her without warning.

“Baby, I don’t even have my dick out yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

She dropped her legs and shoved my shoulders until I leaned back. Then she went to work on my belt, opening my jeans and wrapping her slender hand around my cock. The feel of her fingers on me, hot and soft and perfect, nearly made me come right there in her hand like a fucking teenager.

“Can I get undressed?” I asked with a chuckle. Her enthusiasm was a fucking turn-on. Her desperation made me hard as steel.

“No,” she answered as she shoved at my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my balls. Then she gripped my cock again and lined me up against her cunt. “I don’t need you naked, only accessible.”

Fuck, this woman was everything. I removed my cut and laid it on the bed beside us, then ripped my T-shirt over my head and shoved my jeans down to my knees. I slid a hand under her ass and lifted her just enough to slam inside her. She cried out as her legs locked around my waist and her head pressed back into the mattress.

The feel of her—tight, hot, wet, and perfect. Like she was made for me. Like her body was designed to take mine. I didn’t wait, didn’t give her time to adjust to my size. I pulled back and drove forward again. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the sight nearly pushed me over the edge.

I struggled not to shoot my load before she came again, but the way she squeezed my cock had me straining in a way I hadn’t since I was a teenager. She was destroying me. Unmaking me. Remaking me into something that belonged to her completely.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. So damn tight it feels like you’re about to rip my dick off. I need you to come, my queen, because you’re fucking killing me and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.”

The words spewed out uninhibited. I gave no thought to how vulnerable it made me. How much power I was handing this woman. She’d already completely wrecked me for anyone else. Ruined me. Made it so I’d never want another woman as long as I lived.

She fucking owned me.

“Brock, fuck,” she groaned as I fucked her.

I leaned one hand on the mattress by her head. The other held her ass off the bed as I thrust inside her over and over. Hard. Deep. Claiming every inch of her. Making her understand she was mine. Would always be mine.

“Take it, baby. Take that fucking cock and come, Lettie.”

I sped up as she moaned loudly, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks. Good. I wanted her marks on me. Wanted everyone to see I belonged to someone. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. She met me stroke for stroke until she screamed out my name, and her pussy clamped down on my cock, dragging my release out of me. I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to.

“Thank fucking Christ,” I muttered as I collapsed on top of her.

I rolled to my side and pulled her against my chest as we both panted, trying to catch our breath. Her fingers twirled through the dusting of hair on my chest. My hand rubbed up and down her back, and when I heard her contented sigh, I knew she was sated and hopefully compliant.

“Lettie, we need to talk.”