Chapter Eighteen #4
He waited until she complied, her breath warm on his jerking cock.
He dragged out another toy, one Storm had designed.
It was a very fancy dildo, flashing as though lightning struck over and over.
The dildo pulsed to a program, and he eased it into her slick pussy, cramming her full.
He waited a moment until she relaxed, allowing her body to accept the feeling of fullness.
He turned the toy to the preprogrammed setting.
The thing surged into her with a distinct rhythm.
Hard. Rough. The way he liked to fuck her.
It also held the barest hint of ginger juice.
It would burn, not like her ass, but still, it would soak into her soft tissues and provide her with a completely different experience.
“Take my cock as deep as you can. Relax your throat. This time, you’re going to suck me dry and swallow every drop.
You’re going to know what it’s like to be stuffed full.
Your pussy, your ass and your mouth. It’s the closest you’re ever going to come to having three men, babe.
I don’t share. I’d kill a man for putting his hands on you.
” He meant that too. He didn’t understand how he could be so possessive, feel as if she were a part of him, the air in his lungs, the heart of him, but he couldn’t do without her.
He’d never harm her, he loved her too much, but any other man touching her wouldn’t fare so well.
She was already helplessly lifting her hips in time to the driving dildo.
He shoved his cock into her mouth and picked up the same rhythm.
Then, catching the thick base of the ginger root, he began to fuck her in counterpoint to the dildo.
He wasn’t gentle; he fucked her the way he would have had his cock been there.
He felt the streaks of lightning jolting through his body. His balls were already tight. Her mouth felt like a fucking miracle, tight and hot and wet clamped around him. He pushed deeper and met resistance.
“Fucking relax, baby. Take me down your throat.” His cock swelled as he fucked her hard with the ginger root and kicked up the tempo of the dildo.
He was tuned to her, and she was close, so close.
He wanted her to come huge, to match him as he exploded down her throat.
Keys reached down and caught one of the nipple clamps and yanked it free.
He could almost feel the fire as it spread through her body straight to her pussy.
Her entire core reacted, the strength of her orgasm almost terrifying.
His body matched hers, exploding with her, pouring his seed down her throat.
So much of it, holding himself there, pulsing and jerking while she did her best to swallow.
He yanked the other clamp off her nipple and her body nearly convulsed, this series of quakes strong and lasting for some time.
He wanted to be in there while that tsunami rolled through her.
He wanted to be everywhere in her, a part of her.
The explosive orgasm felt ridiculously cosmic, as if they were forever forged together.
They clung to each other as they came down from the incredible high, breathing deeply to pull air into their starving lungs.
The moment he could find the strength, he removed first the dildo and then, very carefully, once more using a glove, the ginger root.
He bagged it and packed the toys away to clean when they reached the house.
Keys cleaned her carefully, using a soothing edible oil in her ass and pussy. She’d drained him dry, and she’d swallowed just the way he’d told her. He knew he’d pushed her further than she’d ever been, taking his cock when he was really too big for the games he liked to play. But she’d done it.
He cleaned her with care, taking his time, soothing her nipples with cream, kissing her over and over. Giving her ice-cold water. Eventually, when he was certain her aching body was taken care of, he once more reached into his bag of tricks to pull out a flannel shirt.
“You’re shivering. Are you all right?” He tipped her face up to his. “You all right with what we did? Talk to me, babe.”
She waited a moment and then nodded again. “It was scary.”
That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to know if she liked what they did.
“It was,” he conceded. “Fortunately, you like scary. You like new and different and dirty. That was an introduction to dirty.” He said that for her so she wouldn’t have to.
She always tried to be honest with him, even when he asked a direct question and it would embarrass her to respond out loud.
“But was it too much?” That was the real question he needed an answer to.
She did her usual slow assessment of her emotions and then he got her small smile, and the tension in him eased as she shook her head. “It was amazing, although I wouldn’t want it all the time.”
He couldn’t help giving her his smug grin. “I like when you go off like a rocket.”
“It burned and yet felt amazing,” she admitted. “At first, I didn’t think it was going to be good, but you always manage to make me explode. That was…unbelievable.”
“Arms around my neck, Wildfire.” He picked her up, cradling her close. “Time for a soak in the tub and then bed for you.”
“For both of us,” she corrected, shoving her face against his neck.
“Both of us,” he agreed.