I frantically reach around me as my entire body strings tight as he licks and sucks on my clit, driving me insane. Cries and moans bubble up my throat, and there is no way I can keep them quiet. Fuck, his mouth is so good. I just manage to grip the edge of his pillowcase and haul the pillow down to cover my mouth as a choked scream erupts from my lips when he pushes two thick fingers inside me.
His fingers curl inside me, moving in time with the suction of his mouth. I scream into the pillow, muffling it, my entire body shuddering and trembling at the onslaught of sensations inside me. I arch and grind into his face, desperately and wordlessly asking for more. Pleasure swells inside me until I’m sure that I’m going to burst. The stubble of his beard rubs against my sensitive skin, only heightening the sensations, and I squeeze my thighs against his head, desperate to keep the feelings contained. I need more, but I don’t know if I’ll survive more.
He pulls his mouth away from me, and I lift the pillow, staring down at him in what begins as outrage, but quickly turns to a whimpering plea. He pulls his fingers from me, pushing my legs as wide as he can get them, before bending my knees back, opening me to him. It’s a completely lewd and shameless position, letting him see everything, but I don’t fight him. Especially not when he adjusts himself enough to be in the perfect position to thrust his fingers back inside me hard and fast, setting up a brutal pace.
I yank the pillow back over my face, screaming and crying out into it as I’m helpless but to lie here and take what he gives me. The sound of how wet I am with each thrust of his fingers is loud even to my own ears. I vaguely hear him panting slightly, and I force the pillow down so that I can watch him, but also muffle myself.
If I weren’t already close to an orgasm, I’d definitely be now. Holy shit, I’ve never seen anything hotter. Hulk looks like a man possessed as he pours his entire focus into making me come. His biceps and the muscles in his forearm flex and bunch, his eyes are feral as he watches me, and his other hand goes to my clit, rubbing it fast and with the perfect amount of pressure. His body has a thin sheen of sweat, and his cock stands points outward from his body, flushed and dripping.
My orgasm rises, and I clutch the pillow to my mouth as I feel it ready to peak. Hulk must realize it too, because his eyes suddenly move to me and he rasps, “Let go, angel. Come for me. Give me everything you have.” His eyes stare straight into me as he applies just a little more pressure to my clit and curls his fingers just a bit more, hitting all the right spots at the same time.
I’m powerless to stop it.
My orgasm is intense, and I scream loudly into the pillow, and even to my own ears, I wonder if it did anything because of how hard I come. My entire body shudders with it, curling and arching into every last wave. Hulk groans, still thrusting his fingers in and out of me. “My perfect angel,” he grits out. “So fucking perfect. Give it all to me. Come all over my fingers.”
By the time I finally manage to come back to reality and pull the pillow from my sweaty face, my bones feel like jelly, and my eyes are too heavy for me to open them. “Hulk,” I manage to whisper, his name barely audible, even to myself. I gasp when I feel him pull his fingers from inside me, and force my eyes open when I feel him pull away, gently easing my legs down.
I watch as he reaches for his nightstand, rifling through it, until he finally pulls out a condom. He inspects it for a second before he looks back at me. “I want to feel you come around my cock this time, angel.” He tears open the condom, rolling it on as he watches me. “And this time, if you want to scream, it’ll be with my mouth on yours.”
Well, someone seems to think that he can get a second one of those out of me. I’m normally one orgasm and done kind of girl, but something tells me that if anyone can make it happen a second time, it’s this man.
I don’t resist when he gently rolls me to my belly, and then lifts my ass up and helps me brace my knees on the bed, wrapping an arm around me to keep me steady as my chestpresses against the bed. His hands cup my ass, rolling the flesh in his grip, spreading my cheeks, before he suddenly presses a couple of kisses and a few nips along the curve of one cheek and then the other. I groan softly at the sensation, shivering at the cool air that moves across my still sensitive core. “Hulk,” I moan. “Please stop teasing me.”
He gives a soft chuckle. “Angel, there is not a single part of you that I’m not going to explore.” He gives each cheek a light slap with his hand, not enough to hurt, but enough to have the flesh heat and a slight sting spread out. I’ve never been into the whole spanking thing, but with this man, I might change my tune. Thankfully, he doesn’t tease me much further, lining himself with my swollen entrance, and gently but firmly works himself inside me.
I groan and gasp into the bed, curling my fingers into the sheets and locking my arms to steady myself. When he’s fully inside me, he stills, a low guttural sound rumbling from his chest. “Fuck, I knew you’d feel like heaven, angel,” he grits out, starting a slow pace, as if testing and savoring the moment; the feeling.
“Hulk,” I gasp and lift my head, turning it slightly to watch him behind me. His eyes meet mine, holding as he starts to move a little harder, a little faster. My body trembles, my inner walls gripping him with each thrust inside me. Even my body knows what it wants.
My body heats again as he angles his hips to move harder, hitting those delicious spots inside me just the way my body needs. My mouth drops open as I suck in air with each thrust and jolt of pleasure. Fuck, yes, yes, that’s just what I need. I need more. “More,” I manage to grit out. “More, Hulk. Just like that. Fuck, yes.” I force my face back into the mattress as a wailing cry wrenches from me. My entire body shudders as he hits the same spot over and over again, and another orgasm starts to build.
Holy shit, it’s going to happen. Oh, thank fuck.
Suddenly, I feel Hulk’s hand in my hair, yanking me up and back, and the pain of it only excites me more, making my pussy clamp down tight on him with this new angle. He grunts but manages not to lose his pace or angle as he pulls me back flush against his front, and he rasps, “Scream for me, angel. Give it all to me. Don’t fight it. Scream for me as you come. I want to hear it this time. Want to feel your pussy clamp tight around me as you come,” I moan, unable to do anything but take what he’s giving me, but I can’t seem to get over the edge. He’s hitting all the right spots, but I need more. Just a little more.
I turn my head, pressing my mouth to his, gripping his arm with one hand to keep steady, and using the other hand to rub furiously at my throbbing clit until I finally fall over the edge again. I scream into Hulk’s mouth, but then I have to yank my mouth away from his to draw in air as every wave rolls over me. His hand quickly clamps over my mouth again, careful not to block my nose, and I scream again as my body shudders and bucks.
I’m barely aware of him burying his face in my shoulder and snarling out my name as he comes himself, until his body finally stills, even as mine still trembles with aftershocks of a second intense orgasm.
Finally, finally, my body quiets, and Hulk pulls his hand from my mouth, even as he presses gentle kisses to my neck, shoulders, and upper back, murmuring words against my skin that I can’t quite make out. My ears are still ringing. He lifts his head finally, and I stare at him dazedly. Neither of us says anything for a moment, just staring at each other, even as I feel him slipping out of me. It’s a strange sensation, but I don’t care.
“Angel,” he whispers, pushing his head forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re my version of heaven. And I really can’t wait until we can do that again.”
Oh yeah, me too. Me-fucking-too. I don’t know what we’re going to be, but I definitely know that I’m happy to keep exploring what we’re like in bed, because we’ve got this part down.
I just hope I’m not making a mistake that’s going to crush me when everything is over.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
HULK
Goal: Avoid Isla for as long as possible.
Fuck,I love her mouth. I grunt, my stomach clenching and my hips arching as she sucks on me harder, the head of my cock getting close to the back of her throat. I stare down at her through hooded eyes, and her lashes flutter up as she stares up at me. I swear I see a glint of something smug flash in her eyes as she gives a low hum from her throat, making me hiss as sharp pleasure shoots through my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hands gripping her hair as she sucks my cock, moving her tongue around the head and finding all the spots that threaten to undo me far too soon. “You wicked angel,” I rasp, clenching every muscle I have as she continues to drive me insane.
She gives a low chuckle, and hot damn does that feel good. The woman knows exactly what she’s doing, trying to drive me insane. I groan loudly, uncaring who can hear, when her hand cups my balls, rolling them gently with her fingers, and it takesevery last ounce of control I possess to keep from spilling into her mouth. It’s short-lived, though, because the moment she starts to hum, I’m done.
