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“Then I’ll try. But don’t expect it to be smooth sailing, Conan. I’m not an easy woman to care about.”
“I have a life jacket, Demi. I won’t drown. And if I wanted easy, I’d hit up one of the club girls,” he rebuts. “Besides, easy is boring.”
“I’m not that,” I acknowledge.
He barks out a laugh and states, “I can agree to that. Now, are you ready for me to help you get rid of that tension?”
“About damn time,” I sass.
CHAPTER
FIVE
CONAN
A groanof relief and satisfaction leaves my mouth when I push the front half of her body over the arm of the recliner and savagely shove my dick inside of her dripping wet pussy with no forewarning or additional fondling whatsoever.
She asked for it, she pushed until I snapped, so I gave her what she wanted—what we both wanted. There are times when your woman says give it to me and you do just that, you give it to her.
My woman, she can be soft and sensual at times but most of our bed play is full of rough tumbling, fights for dominance. But seeing as we just had a moment and she finally gave me the words I’ve been waiting to hear for what feels like an eternity, I can’t tame my inner beast, so instead of trying to cage him—I unleash him.
My eyes roll back in my head when her cunt snags me, pulsing around my already ready to explode cock from all of our verbal sparring and bantering.
“God damn,” I hiss as I swivel my hips, and increase the tempo of my thrusts.
“Harder,” she demands, plunging her hips back into mine, shoving me deeper inside of her. “Don’t hold back, Conan. I need it.”
In an effort to give her what she wants and has asked for, I reach up with one hand and grab the top of her shoulder blade, halting her grinding movements, and start powering into her. My pace is relentless as I pound into her. As the head of my cock brushes against that soft spot inside of her, her head tosses backward and her hair flings out of its clip, brushing against my forearms. The thick, silky strands hit my skin like the tail end of a soft tail whip flogging me, adding that soft layer of pain I enjoy alongside my pleasure.
The beast is driving me, my instincts aren’t my own, they’re animalistic, they’re his. I give in and let him take charge. No, I don’t have a real animal living inside of me, but there are times that I begin to wonder if there’s something else, something more dominant inside driving me, ruling me. Especially, where Demi is concerned because before her, he’d been submissive, lounging back with a beer and toasting me with his laziness, but when she entered the picture, he woke and demanded freedom.
“You make me crazy sometimes, Demi,” I grind out. “Your pussy is like a siren, singing her song and calling me to shore, trapping me in your lair.”
“Now that I’ve trapped you,” she breathlessly says, “I’m never letting you go.”
There aren’t many times when you get a glimpse of what she’s hiding behind her mask often, but now that I have, I long to seeher softer, more feminine side than this hard ass persona she’s adopted to keep herself safe from others.
Hearing her say those words settles something inside of me, knowing that she’s finally opened the gates surrounding her heart and let me in. It’s a gift I won’t take for granted given what I know about her. No, I’ll treasure it for the precious commodity it truly is to me.
Lifting my hand from her hip, I slide it around her side and glide it down until I find her clit. I apply pressure to that erogenous button with the pad of my thumb, stroking the lips of her pussy with my fingers. She shivers in my arms, and I can feel her squeeze my shaft, causing me to grit my teeth so I don’t explode. I’m not ready for this to end.
Pulling my hips away from her and stepping back, much to her dismay, I tell her, “Turn around. I want to be looking in your eyes when you come.”
“So bossy,” she purrs.
She gives me a wanton look as she shifts positions. I wrap my hands around the back of her knees, drawing her legs up as I realign myself with her center. The glistening of her pussy lips has me licking my own. I’d love nothing more than to get down on my knees and worship her, devour her, coat my tongue with her essence, but at this point, I’m beyond having any patience and need to be buried inside of her—again.
Next time, I promise myself, I’ll enjoy her delicacy. As I slam home, stars bounce behind my eyes in a cluster of lights. I pummel inside of her as her gasps strike a fire inside of me. Her hands reach up and scorch my flesh, dragging their way downuntil they land on my abs. She buries them in my muscles as her back arches.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, laying her seductive charms on me.
The sound of her pleas amp me up. I grind into her harder, going deeper, making us both scream in instantaneous, unexpected orgasms. I flop down onto her, our skin sliding along the other’s from the slickness of our sweat.
With her, I never know if I’m going to come in minutes or hours, and there are times I call my manhood and stamina into question. Her fingers comb through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I love it when she strokes my hair seeing as it’s far and few between during our bedroom antics.
“I’ll take good care of you, Demi,” I swear.
“I hope so, Conan, because outside of Luna, I’ve never given my heart to somebody to protect. I’m counting on you not to abuse that act of trust.”
