Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
Good thing…she already told me what I’m supposed to do next. He had to carefully maneuver her off his face. He didn’t want to catch his sharp tusks on any of her stitching or carve her skin. When she was a heap of boneless ecstasy against the duvet, he threw himself out of the bed.
It shouldn’t have stopped him in his tracks, but as he dragged her over to the edge of the bed, he did stop to stare.
Memorizing the look of damp curls, puffy lips, and a well-loved cunt.
Pride surged in his chest as he spread her open with two fingers and saw his handywork for himself.
Hyacinth shivered. He heard the dreamy sigh escaping her.
He pressed a teasing finger against her clit, twirling it, and saw her fingers curl around the sheets.
Austin slipped one finger into her, then a second, easing his way in.
After he managed a third in, and had her bucking back against his digits, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
She’d said to fuck her harder, he was going to give her everything she wanted.
His pants hit the floor in a whoosh of air before he lined the heavy tip of his cock against her.
Her legs spread, knees sliding an inch across the sheets, as he sank into her.
Just as he had in the lab, he gave her shallow thrusts till her body let him in deeper.
With each new inch, he felt her walls snap close around him.
“More,” she commanded. He thrust deeper.
“Harder,” she instructed and his hips bucked just for her.
“Yes! Austin, Yes!” And he bottomed out within her.
Her walls threatened to milk his lifeforce from his cock.
He pulled back to just the tip, then slammed himself back inside and her knees spread across the blanket.
One hand to her hip, the other to the blanket by her head, Austin chewed on his tongue to keep from spilling in her before she had her fill.
It was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do because all he wanted to do was follow her into pleasurable oblivion.
Something else, however, had him by the throat.
It wasn’t a real thing. It was a desire.
A need that reared itself and made itself known as he fucked her into the bed.
With each creak of the wooden posts, he thought about it harder.
“Hyacinth,” he panted. “I need you to tell me when.”
“When what?” She flopped her cheek against the mattress, a sex drunk smile gracing her pretty lips.
“When I can come for you. Where I’m allowed to do it. Please,” he begged.
Hyacinth pushed up on an elbow to look at him over her shoulder.
He stopped, buried in her and desperate for her approval.
I need you to tell me. I need you to command me.
I need this. He wasn’t sure if his eyes confessed to all the salacious things he wanted her to make him do.
Then she tossed her hair over to one shoulder and said, “I still haven’t come again, Austin. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed.”
He groaned, snatching up the top of the bed to keep from breaking her bones with the force filling his body.
Austin ripped backward then slammed himself forward.
She cried out, eyes falling closed. He moaned her name as his hips lost all sense of control.
The bed shifted against the floor, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He plucked her off the bed, dangling her in his arms so he could stand up straight and fuck her with abandon.
It stopped being him thrusting and more him bouncing her on and off his cock till her walls threatened to break him.
“Anything you want. I’ll do anything you want. ”
“Make me come, Austin.”
He hugged her in one arm so he could snake the other around her.
His fingers were clumsy, and she was so slick.
But they were both so close to the edge it didn’t matter.
Not as he found her clit again and twirled it between his forefinger and thumb.
Vines sprouted out of her wings and bound him to her in a twisted, bark colored harness.
Her walls fluttered around him, body limp in his arms. Austin bucked into her sloppily, doing his best not to fall over that edge until she told him to.
Thankfully, Hyacinth was merciful as she panted, “Come for me, Austin. I want to feel you fill me.”
He pressed his face into her shoulder, using her to muffle the roar that came from his tight throat.
Warm, tingly sensations filled his belly as his balls snapped up against his body.
The first time, he’d been too nervous. He came but he didn’t lose himself.
He stopped himself from drowning her when she swallowed so much of it, then the potion only restored some of his reserves by the time he’d fucked her.
Unfortunately for her and the bedsheets, Austin didn’t even think to be nervous. Or worry about how ogre’s usually carry the title for most cum produced. Minotaur’s getting a close second by half a bucket. All he thought about was how good she felt wrapped around him.
And how pretty his name sounded coming from her.