Chapter 12
TWELVE
Ollin’s glorious dick was a thing of beauty—so large and thick. And it was hard for me. I wanted it harder.
“Step back,” I ordered.
“That’s right. Bask in your authority.”
My warrior did as I asked.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded.
His eyes did not leave mine when he spit into his palm. Nor did they break our stare when he slid his clenched fist up and down that long shaft.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Achingly good.” He stroked himself in languid thrusts. “But you will feel better.”
“You think so?” I brought my hands up to my breasts and squeezed them. I toyed with my nipples and watched his erection grow harder. “Oh, you’re right. I do feel good.”
He bit his bottom lip. Not in the coy, sexy sort of way. His teeth clamped onto it as if it were a lifeline. As if he were trying to pierce his skin to distract himself from cumming all over the bathroom floor.
I tugged at my nipples and asked, “Do you like what you see?”
“You’re more breathtaking than a thousand sunsets.”
“Want to feel what it’s like to be inside me?”
“More than I long to breathe.”
I shoved myself off the counter, bent over, and licked his tip. His head fell back, and he moaned as if he were in agony.
This was so much fun. Torturing this man with my body, with my mouth, made me feel like the queen he claimed I was.
I turned off the shower and stood before him. He was so much taller than me. His body toned, his thighs powerful. I couldn’t wait to feel the force of them as he pounded into me.
“Follow me,” I commanded.
He grinned. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
I ushered him out of the bathroom and shoved him onto the bed.
His body bounced on the buoyant mattress, his dick swinging back and forth.
His mouth fell open in shock. Either he’d never been on a cushion so soft, or he’d never been dominated like this before.
Based on the way the corners of his lips quirked up, he loved whatever was happening to him.
I crawled onto the bed, running my fingers over his legs as I crept over his body. He wasn’t very hairy, which was fine by me. It was easier for me to take in every firm cut of his muscles. I slid my tongue up the base of his dick. He clutched the blankets, and his abs went taut.
“Stars above, Victoria,” he growled.
The sound of a man finding my mouth worthy, of him bucking and writhing at my mere touch made me even wetter than I already was. I straddled him. Nuzzling his dick between my slick folds. I toyed with his tip, rubbing his precum around in circles while I grinded against him.
His jaw unclenched, and he rasped, “You are going to be the end of me.”
“Should I stop?” I teased.
“You should do whatever you want, my queen.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I was his queen. I wanted him to cry out my name—to worship me like I deserved.
I was on the pill. I doubted this reborn warrior could impregnate me anyway. But stranger things had happened, like a hand-carved warrior coming to life to dick me down.
“Before we do this, have you . . . are you . . .” I had never had to ask someone if they had STDs before. I know I was his ‘purpose,’ but I had to be cautious nonetheless.
“My body has remained untouched for centuries. I am wholly yours. Now, please.” His voice came out harsh. I was grinding against him too well.
I lifted myself up and seated my opening against his tip. My breasts swung in his face, and he took the opportunity to lift his head up and swipe his tongue over each nipple. I groaned in delight.
“You taste so good, Victoria.” His hand clutched one of my breasts. He squeezed. “You feel so good.”
My pussy pulsed for him. I couldn’t hold off any longer.
Slowly, achingly, I eased myself down upon him. My opening stretched around him. Pain and pure, ecstatic pleasure rocked through me. I didn’t hold back my cries of lust. I let everything out as I slid up and down his length, lubricating his shaft until finally, finally I had taken all of him in.
We both sighed in relief.
He filled me so completely, hitting every nerve in my core. He squeezed my breast again. His thumb flicked over my nipple. Slowly, I grinded against him. I buried his dick deeper inside me. I wanted to feel more of him—every last morsel of his flesh.
My pace quickened. His hands slid to my ass and pressed me harder against him as I rode him with fervor. This was it! This was everything I’d been missing in my life. This pure, beautiful power.
He cried out. Never had a man been so consumed by my actions. So what if he wasn’t from this time? So what he’d been reborn into an effigy? He was here, and he wanted me, and I deserved this. I deserved to be craved and chosen and fucked.
I deserved to fuck—to ride a man until his eyes rolled back in his head.
That was exactly what I did.
My body slapped harder against his. The fullness of him. The way my clit ground so perfectly against him sent me barreling close to the edge. I rode him harder. Faster. Like I was chasing the orgasm that had been kept away from me for so excruciatingly long.
He grunted. I knew he was close to cumming inside me. I wanted it. I craved it. His jaw clenched as I fucked him.
His dick throbbed inside me. “Vic-tor-i-a,” he growled.
I’d never heard anyone indulge in every syllable and letter in my name like that before. He said it like a plea, like he was begging for me to save him. I was ready to answer his prayers.
“Call my name,” I commanded. “Scream for me, Ollin.”
As we pounded into each other he cried out, “Fuck, Victoria. Fuck, you feel so good!”
An orgasm tore through me. It was so strong, so miraculous that I shook in brazen release. I screamed his name again and again, and I smiled as he screamed mine.