Now I was back where I started—on my back with Hades between my legs. I’d stayed clean for a week, but barely. I caved quickly, needing his essence in my veins, needing his come deep inside me. My nails clawed down his back as our faces came together, the muscles of his strong back working to thrust inside me just the way I liked.
I kept coming…over and over. My feet hurt from all the cramps; the pads of my fingers were soaked in his sweat. As if the last week had never happened, we fell right back into place, the heat burning us from the inside out.
God, I’d missed this.
His lips moved to my ear, and he breathed hard, his quiet moans now loud like they were projected through a speaker. “How much come can this pussy hold?”
I loved it when he talked dirty to me. He had the deepest voice, the sexiest grunts. He turned me on with just his masculine tone, especially after the way he’d ordered me around. This man was a hard-ass. I’d never wanted to be bossed around, but with him, it didn’t seem so bad. “All of it.”
He moaned and kept thrusting, his hand buried deep into my hair.
I grabbed his neck and positioned his mouth against mine, needing a hot kiss to hit my climax. I loved his embraces, the way he kissed me in such a manly way. Sometimes, he was gentle with me, and at other times, he kissed me like he was trying to break my lips. My fingers dug into his ass, and I pulled him into me at the perfect pace, taking him deep so I could come all over him.
I bit my lip as I hit the peak, my head rolling back as I whimpered and moaned. Tears sprang from my eyes once more, leaking down the sides of my face to the pillow underneath me. It was just so good; I couldn’t keep everything bottled up inside. This bed was soaked with our tears, sweat, and come.
Hades watched me, his face tinting red as his eyes darkened. Every time he watched me come, he wasn’t far behind with his own climax. He thrust then shoved himself balls deep, exploding inside my pussy for the hundredth time.
We finished together, our foreheads pressed skin-to-skin.
We both fell down slowly, like feathers gliding back down to earth. Our bodies were wrapped up in our mutual come, so sticky and warm. His cock slowly softened inside, but it still had enough definition to make me feel full.
My fingers slid into his hair, and I kissed him, feeling so satisfied after the lonely week I’d had. This was exactly what I wanted, only bliss, nothing else. I didn’t want the emotional heartache from a relationship, the unavoidable staleness it eventually brought. I just wanted this…heat, passion, and lust.
He slowly pulled out of me, and like the plug in a bathtub, once his cock was gone, everything spilled out of me. He watched it with hungry eyes, proud of the contents that he’d stuffed inside me. He lay beside me, his body gleaming with sweat.
I could feel him drip out of me, feel how stuffed I was with load after load. It’d been a week since I’d last felt this way, since I’d felt like a satisfied woman. The high was so powerful that it washed away the regret I’d felt for coming back to him in the first place.
I glanced at the time on the clock. Geez, it was late. Where did the time go?
After a short rest, he got out of bed and slipped his watch back onto his wrist. Then he got to his feet and started to cover that perfect body with clothes. Normally, he wanted to stay in bed as long as possible, but now he’d had a change of heart.
“You’re leaving?” I sat up in bed, still feeling the heaviness between my legs.
“Yes.” He looked out the window as he pulled on his jacket, his back turned to me.
“You’re still mad at me?”
“You tell me.” He turned around and faced me, his eyes no longer lustful like they had been before.
I held the sheet over my chest even though he’d seen me so many times. “I thought we were okay…”
“I hold grudges—and I hold them for a long time.”
“Well, I don’t know what you want me to do…”
He approached the bed then sat beside me. Without warning, his hand reached for my neck and he grabbed me, made me feel like property he possessed. The deed was in his pocket, and he owned me for all time. “You’re coming to my place for the weekend. Pack a bag and get comfortable.”
“I have to work on Saturday.”
“Then go to work and come back.”
“You’re mad at me, so you want me to sleep over?” I asked incredulously.