5. Hades
Five
Hades
Women drove me fucking insane, and this one was going to send me straight to the grave.
She was a master with her mouth—nipping, biting, sucking, teasing.
I enjoyed being on the edge in life, but not in the goddamn bedroom.
Of all the kinks, edging pissed me off. I wanted rough, questionable sex that made me doubt my morals.
I was going to fuck this woman until my name was the only one she remembered, but I was pretty sure we’d be fighting for dominance tonight.
I preferred submissive women, but when I saw her make contact across the bar, she screamed everything but submissive.
It could have been the skin-tight leather that made her tits look irresistible, her mane of hot pink curls, or the healing scabs on her knuckles that sung to me the most. She was a fighter, and God as my witness I was going to tame her.
I must be God’s favorite, because she led this knockout to my door. I knew TTs would bless me tonight.
“Oh, God,” I growled under my breath as she teased my orgasm once more. I was on the verge of combusting.
She smirked against me, her eyes shining with lust. “It’s Rory,” she teased, “but God works, too.”
I rolled my eyes, and instead of letting her continue to torment me, I grabbed her pink tendrils and pulled her up my body.
She hissed in pain, but her eyes dilated as she captured my lips in a fervent kiss.
I flipped us over and straddled her gorgeous hips.
Curves were my downfall, and the body of this woman was going to destroy me; I couldn’t let her get the chance.
She wanted to be a fucking tease? I would show her a true tease, but first I was getting my orgasm.
I grasped her hands, holding them against my thighs as I hovered over her before seating my pussy on her face.
This woman had a mouth on her, that’s for sure.
I intertwined our fingers as I rode her tongue.
She gripped my hips, getting more control, moving from brisk strokes to zealous sucking, and I was on cloud nine.
My thighs shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, and I swore I saw stars.
I tumbled off her face, and she grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open as she spit into it before closing in for a passionate kiss. Goddamn.
“Do you enjoy penetration, gorgeous?” I asked, and she smirked wickedly.
“I do.”
Perfect.
I crawled off the bed and walked to my wardrobe, slipping into a black harness.
Glancing behind me, her legs were still spread, and she was checking out my ass.
I looked at my watch and it was only 10:00 p.m. I’d be exhausted in the morning when I met my father, but fuck it, at least I’d enjoy the night.
Adjusting the hot pink dildo, I prowled back to Rory. She eyed the strap and grinned. Dirty girl. I had a collection of toys and vibrators that I never got to use as often as I wanted, but this little vixen was about to change that. “Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck me.”
“Hands and knees, darlin’.”
She turned, getting in position and arching her back for me.
And my god, what an intoxicating sight it was.
Her waist curved into generous hips with a pair of thick thighs I couldn’t wait to sink between.
A black widow spanned one asscheek, and a scorpion rested on the other.
Fucking hell. She was impatient as she peeked mischievously at me and wiggled her hips, taunting me.
Who was I to deny this woman when this was what she desired?
I stepped closer to the bed and smacked her ass, hypnotized as her flesh reverberated.
Goddamn, she was devastatingly beautiful. And tonight she was mine, but something in me told me it wouldn’t be enough.
I ran the tip of the dildo through her wetness before sliding into her cunt.
A flash of silver caught my eye, but I would investigate that momentarily.
She groaned at the girth of the dildo so I pulled back entirely, only leaving the tip in, teasing her opening.
Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her. She moaned, matching each of my thrusts in rhythmic motions, creating a steady friction that drove her over the edge.
I fucked her until she screamed in ecstasy, and when her arms gave out, I grabbed her hips and continued to pound into her rougher, harder.
I fucked her through the peak of her orgasm, not letting down, bringing her close to another before I left her on the crest again.
Removing the strap, I pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs over my shoulders.
Her pussy was swollen, pink, and drenched in her arousal.
And fuck me, she had a pastel pink vertical clitoral hood piercing.
Kissing her inner thighs, she groaned, reaching for my head, but she was too drunk in lust to hold any strength.
She bucked her hips, demanding me to dive in, but payback seemed more fun.
She smelled intoxicating. It was a lustful mix of vanilla, leather, and earthy musk.
This woman was turning out to be an addiction impossible to resist, and I knew she would become my downfall.
I snaked my ravenous tongue through her pussy lips until I hit her piercing.
I’d never been with anyone who had this specific piercing, so I planned on taking advantage of it tonight.
Wrapping my arms around her luscious thighs, I dove in.
This was not for her—this was solely for me.
I was not the type to deny pleasure or overstimulate.
I loved the look of ecstasy on my partner’s face, but with her?
I wanted to get lost in her taste and stay between her thighs for as long as I could.
Thoughts of what I wanted to do to her flashed through my mind, and they were downright filthy.
This was a one-night stand. There would be nothing more than the memory of her taste and her tongue on my body.
“Hades!” she shrieked, digging her fingers into my scalp, sending a sting of pain that went straight to my clit.
Fuck. I knew I’d love the sound of my name falling from those gorgeous lips of hers.
My tongue lapped at her core like a woman deprived—animalistic and messy.
She was an elixir of life, and I was on the edge of dying.
And that was the moment I knew I had made a mistake, because now I was going to dream of this woman.
When I gazed up at her, I was pleasantly surprised to find her watching me with lust-filled eyes.
Her thighs shook as I latched my lips around her swollen clit and teased her piercing before sucking hard.
I wanted to feel her come apart and watch the moment she fell over the edge.
It didn’t take long. One. Two. Three more flicks of my tongue on her abused clit sent her overboard.
Her thighs clenched and her head fell back in ecstasy as my name burst from her lips like a prayer.
I’d never been a holy woman, but I could get used to her brand of praise.
When I lapped her release, she sank into my bed, chest heaving and pink hair sticking to her sweat-kissed skin.
I crawled up her body, grabbing her jaw and slamming my lips to hers in a scorching kiss.
Our lips fought for dominance as our tongues danced in symphony.
“You shouldn’t taste this sinful.”
“You haven't seen the half of it, Hades.” My name sounded sacrilegious, falling from her gorgeous lips.
I bit her neck before whispering, “Show me,” to which she switched our positions, settling on top of me and grabbing one of my legs to position herself between my thighs. She lined her pussy perfectly up with mine before grinding her hips.
Heaven did exist.