Page 18 of Little Bite of Bliss

“Yes.”

“Good enough to finally be inside you?”

I joined him on the bed and moved to the middle, chuckling as he knelt between my thighs. “Good enough to finally be inside me.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

5 / HEAT

Archer

The second wave of heat hit me right as I filled her with my cock. My blood, my bones, my boner—everything felt like it was on fire.

I just needed to be inside her.

Fuck. Fuck.

Nothing had ever felt so good before. A sense of gratitude and awe filled me as she took every inch of me with ease. Her essence coated me, the tingling starting at the base of my cock. Every sensation doubled in intensity.

My hips thrust helplessly, wet vulgar sounds filling the room, my cock pistoning in and out of her.

This was how I wanted to wake up every morning. Worshiping her body the moment my eyes opened. Coming before she let me had earned me a punishment, but this hardly felt like one. I was in heaven, watching the way her tits bounced with every driving thrust.

She groaned, but I knew she needed more. After seeing the dildo she’d fucked me with, I knew she had others around here somewhere. Ones that would fill her up the way she deserved to be.

And yet, I didn’t pull out.

Fuck. I pressed my face between her breasts. Her scent and the softness of her silky-fine fur and her curves—there was nothing more perfect than this.

She tightened her grip on my hair, yanking my head up. “Fuck me harder with that tiny cock, slut. Is that really all you can do?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The degradation lit a fire in me and I pumped into her, moaning as her silken heat drenched me. Her walls were slick with the gel, and it was just fucking perfect.

“You’re so fucking pathetic,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m pathetic, Mistress.”

She didn’t say good boy or reward me verbally, but she did let me keep fucking her. My cock slid in and out of her and for the first time in my life, I did feel fucking small. Not that size really mattered, it was about how you used it and what your partner enjoyed. But there was something about this sort of intentional degradation that clicked for me. It just felt right.

And more than that, it felt really fucking good.

“Pull out and hump a pillow while you suck my clit.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I immediately did as she said, grunting as I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips. I buried my face against her pussy, not hesitating to get a taste of her perfection. I ground my hips, whimpering against her clit as I fucked the pillow, longing to be back inside her. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked the little bundle of nerves, listening to every moan and gasp she made.

Her thighs clamped around my head. She could crush me if she wanted to.

Gods, what a way to go.

I kept sucking her clit, licking like the most desperate man to ever exist as I eased three fingers inside her, then four. She rocked her hips, her thighs falling away.

“More,” she demanded.