I opened my mouth wide and sucked on the head of his cock, grinning around his silky flesh when he jerked at the contact. Fuck, he smelled minty down here too. I groaned at his taste and gripped the base of his cock with my right fist as much as I could. My tongue twirled around and around his head, and then I licked at the underside like a lollipop.
“Fuck,” he hissed, bending his legs to start pumping his hips up, fucking my face. His large hands grabbed my ass and shoved down, my cunt thrust onto his waiting mouth. His tongue took long, leisurely licks of my pussy, his moan of delight loud inside his bedchamber. I shivered and rocked against his face, adoring how he reached down and palmed my right breast, squeezing and kneading for his own desire, enjoying my body just as much as he was giving me pleasure.
I clasped the base of his cock harder, pumping him in time to his thrusts, the wet cavern of my mouth taking the rest of him in. My eyes crossed, and I hummed when he used his free hand to play with my clit, rubbing with vigor.
I pressed more firmly against his thumb.
Back and forth, I rocked my hips.
Faster and faster.
Bel groaned, pressing his tongue inside of me.
My body tightened. I knew my climax was coming.
I shouted around his cock as I hit my peak, my hand gripping him tighter. I tossed my head back, and my body arched, grinding myself against him. Blinding pleasure warped my senses, heat unfurling in rippling waves through my veins. I shuddered hard against his strong frame, my legs shaking around his head. My mind short-circuited as I rode the blissful waves.
The Overlord caught my body as I started to fall on top of him, holding me up with his strength. I found his hands on my waist and held them in a bruising grip. His tongue continued to lap at my cunt until I stopped shivering. I moaned in contentment, and my head dropped down while my chest continued to heave with labored breaths.
He lifted my small body off him and laid me on my back, the sheets beneath my bare skin scattered with strips of my torn clothing and flakes of blood-mud. I didn’t mind at all, his sculpted body following down on top of me. Bel brushed hair off my face with soft fingers, half my black hair now displaced from my ponytail. I was sure I looked a sight, with my face flushed and my gaze half-dazed, but his eyes held mine prisoner as he lined up his cock with my vaginal entrance and carefully began to thrust into my tight channel.
I moaned softly at the intrusion, opening my legs wider for him. It didn’t help much, the Overlord more than well endowed.
Bel’s breath puffed out between his kiss-swollen lips, his expression a mask of concentration. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, and he ground his teeth together, moving his hips a little faster with each press. His pectoral muscles twitched and flexed when his hips finally pushed flush against mine, his cock fully inside me.
“Mmm,” I groaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gripped his biceps with my fingers and dug my nails into his skin. My grin was sloppy and pleasured. “Bel, why are you being gentle with me? I know you like to fuck hard.”
His smile was slow, mischievous, and sexy. “Because we’ve had an interesting day, and I thought you might like it this way.” He shook his head slightly, his black hair fanning down around my face, cocooning me in his scent. “And I like sex all ways. Not just hard.”
I lifted my right hand and played with his hair, twirling a strand around my finger. I tugged on it playfully. “How do you want it right now?”
“Like how you wanted the striptease. Slow.”
I chuckled under my breath. “Then take me on the slow path to heaven, my lord.”
He dipped his head down, breathing against my lips, “My pleasure, your majesty.”
The air rushed out of my lungs, past my lips and against his, as he gradually pulled his hips back and leisurely pushed forward again. His large cock rubbed delectably inside my wet channel, and my body trembled inside his embrace. His lips started stroking mine at his own pace—like his cock was doing inside me—and his head tipped, pressing our mouths together with more pressure for added intimate contact.
Hard or soft, the man fucked like a champion.
Like it was an art form, and he was the master designer. Like a farmer who never had a bad year of crops. Like an accountant who always had a perfect balance sheet. Like a commercial pilot who always arrived on time.
He was a champion in all things sex.
Sinful. Sweet. Humorous.
Everything you could want.
I mean, where the hell did this man come from?
Or did we just fit together that well?
I peered up into his eyes, and asked honestly—quietly, “Is it always like this for prospective mates?”
He pressed his lips to mine again, kissing me as if he wanted to devour me. When we ran out of oxygen, he pulled back, allowing us to breathe in heavy pants. He shook his head, brushing our lips back and forth against the other’s lips.
Cautiously, he answered, “No, it’s not.”
Even as I trailed my fingers down his back, and up again, my gaze turned a wee bit wary. “Oh.”
Bel’s eyes held mine. “And now she’s scared. Let’s just focus on our fucking. That’s not so bad.”
My nose scrunched up, teasing, “You’re very bossy.”
“Yes, I am.” He thrust his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit. At my quick intake of breath, his lips twitched. “You like it. Don’t deny it.”
I pressed my mouth against his again and met each one of his gradual thrusts with my hips. Because I couldn’t deny it. I liked (adored) the sex with him, and I enjoyed (adored) his bossy side in bed. I wouldn’t look too much deeper into it for fear that I might freak-out when there was really no need for the worry. We liked to fuck one another. So what? I ran my hands down to his backside and grabbed handfuls of each of his ass cheeks, moaning at the muscles flexing under my fingertips with each drive of his hips.
Bel swirled his tongue around mine, our mouths fused together. He continued to stroke my clit with each unrushed plunge of his cock inside me, pressing harder and harder against my sensitive nub, his quiet groan making an exquisite shiver run down my spine.
I squeezed his ass, my nails digging into his hard muscles, and arched my back to rub my breasts against his hard chest, our bodies moving as one in a rhythm as old as time. Together, our hips met again and again. The base sounds of our moans filled the air. The light sweat on our bodies mingled and mixed. Our mouths never left each other’s, our teeth nipping and our lips stroking. We cradled one another in our arms, our bodies rubbing against the other.
When we hit our climaxes, it was together.
We trembled and let the pleasure take us under.
And slow… Yes, slow sex was delightful.
I shivered and pressed my face to the side of his head where it had landed next to mine, his body heavy on top of me. Breathless, I panted, “Are you falling asleep now?”
“Fuck no.” He turned his head, our noses brushing, as he settled his attention on my eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and his grin turned feral. “I’m not done with you yet. I did say all night long. Remember?”
I lifted a black brow, returning his wicked smile. “How do you want it now, my lord?”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Hard, your majesty.”
Chapter Nine
Gwynnore
The shrill shrieking of an alarm had my eyes flying open and my head snapping up. In a sleepy daze, I squinted at my surroundings, my heart rate only slowing when I understood where I was. I dropped my head back down, complaining, “Fuck. It can’t be morning yet.”
Bel lifted a beefy arm and smacked his hand down on his alarm clock. The horrible noise stopped. His arm flopped back onto the mattress. With a grumpy expression on his face, he scowled at the read-out on his clock, his black hair a mess around his face. “Unfortunately, it is.”
“Can you hit the snooze button?” Please.
He grunted. “No. We need to get up. Busy day.”