52. Ares
Ares
Iwake to a weight on my body. Lips on my mouth. My hands find smooth thighs.
Eyes open, I clash with Lourdes’s gaze. “You’re awake.”
Not responding to the obvious, I glance down and see she’s naked. Something I don’t allow because my guards are always around.
They’re not here now, are they?
Smiling, she unbuckles my belt. “I need you in my mouth.”
The leather unraveled, she has my pants open and pulled down so my cock is free.
“My goodness, are you always hard?” she asks, taking me into her hands.
“The minute you walk into the room. Yes.”
Lourdes strokes me first, and I’m already shaking.
“Get it wet and slick. Then you can take what you want.” I stroke her hair as she laves me with her tongue and lips.
“Mmm, and what do I want?”
“To get fucked by a man who worships you.”
She grumbles a laugh. “You’re not a man. You’re a god.”
“And getting sucked off by a human…” I pivot my hips. “Was the hottest sex for the gods.”
“I’m sure Persephone or Andromeda wouldn’t have wanted to hear that,” I say between licks.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I stretch my neck back. “Come here.”
She gives one last lick up my shaft and lies on top of me. The weight of her against me calms me, and the smell of her settles my blood.
“This…” I position my cock at her entrance. “You can have this any time you want. Me. All of me. No one else gets this. Do you understand that, Lourdes?”
“When I’m your wife, you’re supposed to give yourself only to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong about my world,” I growl. “Wives are symbols. Wives settle debts. Wives stop wars. You aren’t any of those. You’re going to be my wife because I want you. Now fuck me.” I spare her the gory details of how I’m raw, feral, and fucking unhinged for her.
“Ares…” She writhes against me, taking what she needs.
“Fuck. Show me your clit.” I rub my pre-cum across her swollen nub.
She leans back. “God, that’s good.”
“Come, Lourdes.” I caress her folds with the tip of my cock. “I want you tight and achy and spent before I bury myself inside this dripping cunt.”
I’m not sure how long I’ll last. For the last week, she’s been angry at me. Denying me.
“Ares,” she moans softly. “I’m close.”
“Cry out my name loudly. Those two guards outside know you’re mine. There’s no shame in them hearing how I satisfy you. Give you what you want.” I grip her ass cheeks. “That’s it, right there.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Lourdes, you are fucking beautiful. Let it go, little storm. You deserve it. You deserve me.” I sit up while she rocks, her eyes half closed. “Do you feel how wet you are? How hard I am for you.”
“Ares,” she whimpers as I stroke her clit.
Juices from her squirting folds coat my length. I hold my thumb in the right place and catch a stream as she shoots.
I bring my finger to her lips. “Taste it. Taste us.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she sees my soaked finger. Gripping my hand, she pulls my finger all the way into her mouth. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.
“Now ride me.” I grip her hips. “Ride my cock.”
She shifts her hips, lowering down on me, and with her warmth encasing my cock, I nearly lose it. A few pumps with her tight cunt, and I feel it, the start of my orgasm.
“Fuck, Lourdes, I’m coming.” My orgasm crashes over me, my dick spasming, twitching, jerking, getting bigger and thicker.
Lourdes chokes in a sigh. “Oh God. Oh God.”
I feel her pussy contract around my cock, stronger than any other time. Like she’s feeding off me. And I’m feeding off her.
But I’ve not come inside her before now.
We stay joined like this for what feels like hours, but it’s seconds.
She slumps on top of me. Her head on my chest, her fingers gripping the shirt I never got a chance to remove.
Looking up at me, she says, “Come to bed.”
I spare a glance and see it’s four a.m. It’s been hours since the note. I think I’m safe. We’re safe.
I lower to the floor, spread her legs, and lick my cum out of her pussy, lapping up every last drop. She comes in my mouth again and squirts on my chin.
“Christ, that’s so hot.” I lift her and carry her to the bedroom with her legs wrapped around my waist. “Now let’s make up for what we lost this past week.”