“Yes, Godrick.”
His eyes closed, and his Roman nose flared while his knuckles turned white, gripping my toys in a death hold. When he opened his eyes again, I gasped from the intensity in his coal infused irises. I swore I saw flames dancing, crackling like embers in a glowing fire.
He laid each toy next to my legs and his spread my knees apart to get a better look at my pussy. “I want to taste you first. Can I do that?”
I almost told him he could do anything to me, and then my mind flashed to his hand, landing on my ass. As much as I wanted that, I was scared to ask for it. “Please,” I begged, wanting his mouth on me. I only ever had one man go down there, and he never made me come just from his mouth. I had a feeling Godrick would make me come in a matter of seconds.
He ran his hand through his hair to get it out of the way as he bent down and kissed my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head until I saw the darkness of my skull. That was all he did to my sheath for a few minutes as he kissed me like he would kiss the lips on my face. He flicked his tongue, a quick tease, and then swirled it around the bud. He flattened his tongue and licked from front to back, probed my hole.
“Oh, God!” I screamed and thrust my hips down to try to get his tongue deeper. “Godrick, yes, please,” I didn’t know what I was asking for, but he did.
He bit down on my clit, hard and unforgiving, and I knew my pussy would be swollen from the harsh attention, but I loved it. I broke into a million pieces, my thighs trembling around his neck, and sweat broke out over my entire body.
Godrick took the eight-inch dildo in his hand, and he held it against his cock, tilting his lips in a cocky smirk when he saw he was bigger than my toys.
A lot bigger.
He rocked the dildo between my sheath to get it wet before he pressed it against my entrance and pushed in slowly. My breath caught, hitching in my chest from the intrusion. “Oh, you take that so good. I’m imagining that this is my cock, filling you up and stretching you out. I bet we’d fit perfectly. I can’t wait for the day I sink inside you, Lu
cy.” As he said the words, he pulled the dildo out, the wet sounds of my channel trying to suck it back in made me dig my nails into my own thighs, and then Godrick pushed back in.
Once he knew I was ready, he picked up the pace and fucked me with it. I mean really fucked me. He slammed it against me, showing me how he wants to fuck me. I clawed at the sheets as he gave me a wicked grin. Sweat dripped down his face, and his biceps bulged with every thrust he gave me with the toy.
And then a loud vibration sounded.
“I can’t. Godrick, I can’t!” I covered my eyes, trying to get away from him from the amount of pleasure building. He needed to give me more and less. I wanted to get away, but at the same time, I wanted to tackle Godrick to the bed, pull his cock out from his shorts and sink down on that fat dick waiting for me.
I was thinking about it—oh, was I thinking about it.
While keeping me filled, he pressed the vibrating wand to my clit and smiled when my mouth fell open, and a sensual whimper escaped my lips. I sounded needy. I had never experienced something so intense, so fulfilling, all while not having sex with a person. My entire body quaked.
Right when I thought he was done with the torture, he increased the vibration and pressed it harder against my bud. I squeezed my tits and shouted to the ceiling, uncaring of how loud I was being. I stared into his eyes, watching the curve of his brows and the proud gleam from his eyes as he watched me give in to the sensations he made me feel.
My entire body had awakened for Godrick. Every cell in my body responded to his touch. I leaned up on my elbows and puckered my lips, moaning when he moved the wand around in circles. I tossed my head back and said his name over and over again. I was climbing higher. He was making me see God.
And for a brief moment, I wondered if the man giving me the best pleasure of my life was my new belief.
If praying to him meant feeling this amount of pleasure, then I’d get on my knees every day and worship him.
My arms flew back and hit my headboard when my lower belly turned, warning me of my orgasm. It wasn’t like the previous orgasm. This one felt different, bigger, more intense. I was on the cusp of shattering, falling apart, melting, being ruined.
To believe in God, one must believe in the devil.
Maybe Godrick’s name was a warning, a devil in disguise, because the way he played my body, the man was not a saint.
Only the truly wicked could be this good, only a sinner could make pleasure so heavenly.
“Godrick, it’s too much,” I warned him, arching my back until I was completely off the bed.
He tried to lean over me, but his hands were a little busy, annihilating my pussy for any man, if any man came after him. Expertly, he fucked me hard with the dildo, upped the amps on the wand until my body was convulsing. I cried out as I felt tears dripping down my cheeks from the enormity of the pleasure building inside me. I felt like I was about to explode.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
“It’s too much. You have to stop. I feel like… I feel like—” the sentence trailed off. I couldn’t finish it. I didn’t have the energy, and I didn’t want to admit that I felt like I was about to pee everywhere. I knew what was coming. It was a G-spot orgasm, and I had never had one before. Of course it would be Godrick giving it to me.
Making me addicted to him.
Ruining me for all other men.