Chapter 47
Rosomon
Something is wrong with Zogar’s mood, but everything is right about the way his cock is plowing inside me, stretching and filling me in every possible way and igniting so many points of pleasure I swear it feels even better than in the past.
Perhaps my memories can never recreate how good Zogar feels inside me. Each time feels better than I anticipate. And if that continues to be true, I’ll be a very happy woman for the rest of my life.
It’s difficult to focus on anything beyond Zogar’s thrusting cock, but Saxon is helping—holding me steady, keeping me grounded and conscious, and making me feel loved and adored.
The only thing that could possibly make me feel more fulfilled at this moment is if I could also connect with Zogar.
In spite of what he said, I could tell he was hurt when he came up upon us.
He’s a proud man. A king. It can’t be easy for him to see his wife being pleasured by another.
“Are you ready to climax?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I try to nod. I try to look back at him, but neither is possible given the unrelenting depth and the thickness of his drives, each one stealing my ability to breathe, never mind speak.
“She’s ready,” Saxon says. “Make her come.”
Zogar shifts his angle. His girth directly rubs against my button on each pass. If he used this angle all the time I’d be in a perpetual climax.
It takes only four more strokes to cause a massive explosion inside me.
My eyes lose focus. For a moment, I think they’re closed or have rolled back in their sockets.
But Saxon holds my head in his hands, and his eyes guide me through the nearly unbearable rapture that would otherwise steal my sanity.
“You’re okay,” he mouths silently. Or perhaps he said the words aloud. But I can’t hear anything beyond the fiery blood pounding through my veins.