I tangle my hand in her hair and take my time exploring her mouth. She even tastes like sunshine, hot with a zing of spice, and it drives me up the wall. She’s clawing her nails down my back, thrusting her hips to get a feel of my aching thick cock.
Not yet.
I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. I’m going to take my time, discover every inch of this tight little body, make her sing my name a few times before I shove my cock into her tight heat. The thick flesh between my thighs pulsates, begging me to lift her dress and slide in, but I control myself. She deserves more than a quick fuck. She deserves love.
And I’m going to give it to her.
As if it has a mind of its own, my left hand travels down the soft curve of her neck, down her chest until I’m cupping her tits through the damned gown. I need it off. I need to see her body. I growl as I rip it in half, her tits bouncing with their freedom.
“So pretty. So pink.” I flick my tongue over the rosy bead and moan. A huge squirt of pre-come shoots from the slit of my cock, and I take my other hand to use it as lube, giving myself a few strokes.
“Beowulf.”
“Yes, say it again.”
“What?”
“Say my name again,” I grunt, taking her sweet nipple into my mouth and letting it go with a hard pop.
“Beowulf,” she moans, arching her back, and it causes her swollen nub to brush against my wet lips.
“So beautiful. So mine. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” I admit, giving her the side of me that is only hers—giving her my heart.
“I’ve waited for you. You’re the only one that’s ever going to have me, Beowulf.”
I slide up her body, chest to chest, nose to nose, pelvis to pelvis, and I take her face in my hands and dart my eyes across every inch of beauty I can see. “What are you saying?”
Her body starts trembling again, and I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “What is it, Angel?”
“They wanted me. The Jackals. They said if I bore their children, I would be free from my cell. But I fought them off all these years. I told them I’d rather be tortured than be with anyone but you.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, but they are not filled with fear or sadness. They are only filled with love.
“My first. You’re my first everything. I only ever wanted you.”
I wish I could say the same. I should have waited and held out hope that she was still alive, but I let my grief control me, and I lost my way. “You’re my last, Angel.” I take her mouth in a plundering kiss, my cock hard as a rock, impatient for her virgin pussy waiting for me.
But first, I want to taste the sweet cherry waiting for me between her legs.
With more control than I thought I had, I break away from her impeccable lips and lick my way down her body. I dive my tongue into her navel, claiming that hole as well. She gasps and hisses when my hands grab hold of her hips as if she is in pain. I scan my eyes up her body and lock my intense stare with her golden orbs.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Keep going.” She tries to push me down by my head, but I’m stronger than her. There a piece of her dress covering her hip, the one my hand is on, and I pull it away. When I see the black and blue bruising, my vision goes red.
“He did this?” I’m going to kill him. I had no idea he hurt her. My beautiful woman should never have to worry about going on a walk and being confronted. She’ll never have to worry about it again. Ever. Not as long as I am breathing.
“It’s fine. I’m not hurt,” she wraps her legs around my neck. “But, I won’t protest if you made it better.”
Her pretty pink pussy is in my face, glistening from her juices, and my mouth waters. I decide to table the conversation about what happened to her hip. I make a mental note to stay away from that side because tonight is about pleasure. About us. About our love, not pain.
There is no more pain here.
I lock my lips onto her sweet, sensitive bud and suck the bundle into my mouth. Her hands slam against the floor as my tongue dives into her virgin heat. I groan as a gush of her cream floods my mouth, dripping down my chin into my beard, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I never want to leave.
“Beowulf,” she gasps. The way my name falls from her mouth sounds like she can’t control herself. Her legs are shaking. The juices flowing from her pussy are coming out faster and faster until she screams. Her legs try to squeeze together, but since I’m still sucking on this orgasm-inducing bundle, they can’t touch. Instead they just press against my forehead, only spurring me to keep licking her harder.
After a few moments, she finally calms down, and her body stops shaking. I lift myself from between her thighs, kiss the top of her bush, and wipe my mouth. She has her arm flung over her eyes, mumbling nonsense that I can’t understand.
“My turn,” I growl, taking my cock in my hand and stroke. I’m already on the verge of coming. My heavy balls are tight against my body, and my cock is so hard it hurts.
“Let me feel what your mouth is like, Angel.”
Lilith licks her lips and sits up. Her hair is wild, her eyes are glossed over, and her cheeks are flushed from her orgasm. I guide my big cock to her lips, hoping that once those perfect clouds touch my cock, I don’t explode.
Chapter Sixteen
Lilith
His cock is huge.
Even the vein running along the length of it is intimidating. It protrudes with pulsating blood, filling the long rod to full mast. I’m not sure if I can fit my mouth around it, but I definitely wish to try. For years, I wondered how big his cock was. There would be times I would find myself taking a quick glance at the bulge in his pants when we were younger, just so I could get an idea of what this moment would be like.
And holy goddess, I am not disappointed.
His thickness is heavy, weighted down by the sheer size of it. My mouth waters and my tongue flicks out as he settles over my head, guiding his cock to my mouth. A drop of pre-come falls onto my lip, and I eagerly lick it off. It’s salty but sweeter than I expected it to be. Humming, I wrap my lips around the helmet and suck deeply, causing Beowulf to tremble.
“Just like that, Angel. That feels so good. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.” He stares down at me with blown pupils and wraps my hair in his fist to keep it out of my face since spit is dribbling down my chin. It’s messy, but it’s hot. My pussy is getting wetter by the minute the longer I have my mouth on him.
His head tilts back with a grunt, showing off his tightly corded neck muscles. My hands rub up his thighs until they curl around and squeeze the meat of his ass. Beowulf starts to move his hips, shoving a bit more of his length down my throat with every thrust until I gag. I succumb to the urge to touch my own throbbing bundle of nerves. I dip my hand between my legs and groan around the mouthful of cock—I’m soaked. My juices are dripping down my inner thighs, and my virgin hole aches to be filled. It actually, physically hurts.
“Does sucking my cock turn you on, Angel?” Beowulf puts his chin to his chest to lock his blue eyes on mine. His beard shines from my juices, lodging a whimper in my throat. It can’t get out. It’s trapped since his cock is blocking its escape.
I nod earnestly. I love the taste of him. I’ve been dreaming of us in every position. I’ve daydreamed of us having sex, his cock slowly sliding in and out of me while I would be sitting right next to him in the field, soaking up the sun. The sun was always hot, but Beowulf made me hotter. And now I’m getting everything I ever wanted. It’s a little later in life than I hoped, but it’s better than never.
I don’t think I could have gone the rest of my life without the taste of him. His strength, the bravery, the primal animal lurking beneath his skin. I crave it. Have craved it since I realized what boys and girls could really do together.
“That’s enough.” He rips his large cock from between my lips and keeps his hand fisted in my hair, yanking my
head. He brings his face down, his eyes hot as burning coals, and my mouth drops open when he licks the shell of my ear. I had no idea how sensitive I was there. “If I shall come, it won’t be down your throat to go to waste.”
The deep timbres of his voice send a delicious wave of ecstasy through my body, a new surge of lust. I knew Beowulf would be like this in bed—dominant and a bit controlling. I might give him lip outside the bedroom, but inside, I love to give all it all up and submit to him. I want him to be in control. There is no fight in me. I only want to surrender. Surrender myself to him and show Beowulf that I’m his. Always have been and always will be.
“Such a pretty fucking mouth.” He runs his calloused thumb over my swollen lips. “I’ll fuck it later, right now…” he cups my lips with his hand, “I want your pussy. I think it’s about time I make you mine, Angel. Don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I gasp in response as he shoves one of his fingers inside me. I wince from the sharp pain, wondering how in the world I’m going to take his gigantic cock when I can hardly take one of his fingers.
He settles his body over mine, chest to chest, heart to heart, and kisses me. He kisses me until I’m relaxed and at ease. I don’t even notice when he fits another finger alongside the other one.
“You’re so tight, Angel. I can’t wait to feel this pussy around me. You shall feel so good.” He runs his tongue down my neck. “We shall feel so good.” The words are a breath against my skin, but it is just what I need to send me over the edge.
I do not recognize my own voice; it’s so loud. I scream his name, my walls clamping on his fingers resting inside me, and I ride out the best pleasure of my life. I’m trembling, my limbs twitching sporadically from the tremors of my orgasm. With blurry vision, I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them into his mouth.
“Like fucking honey. I could drink you up all day.” Beowulf spreads my right leg to the side, followed by the left. “Would you like that? My head between your legs and my mouth feasting on you to ease the hunger this cunt causes me?”
“Beowulf,” I whimper, twisting my nipples with my fingers from the overload of desire and passion pumping through my veins.
“Say it again,” he orders, with his eyes closed. “I’ve waited too long to hear my name fall from your lips like this.”
“Beowulf,” I repeat, sliding my hands up his abdomen until I rest it over his heart. It thuds manically against my palm, and I’m completely enamored that his heart is beating strong for me, his cock is rock hard for me, and his eyes are devouring me like a predator does prey.
His hand lands over mine, and the wildness in his eyes eases. He takes a deep breath and curls over me, situating his lower half between my legs. His hand disappears between us, guiding his cock to my entrance.
“I’ve always been yours,” he whispers against my lips, and the tip of his wide cock pushes inside me.
It steals my breath for a moment. We lock eyes. His hands cup my face, and love is pouring out of his eyes. Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said. We are meant to be. I feel it in the core of my bones. Our souls are tethered. Life only makes sense when he is with me.
Sweat glistens on his brow, and his muscular shoulders shake the deeper he drives into me. He reaches the barrier, the one last thing that keeps us apart, and my nails dig into his skin, branding his scarred flesh with my own mark. Beowulf pushes forward, breaking the wall so we can finally be together. We groan in unison, and he drops his forehead to mine. We are breathing hard, and a part of me can’t believe it’s actually happening.
I’m here, my hands on his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist. It’s a dream, but it’s real. I never knew life could be so good.
“Are you alright?” he asks, kissing the tears away from my cheeks.
I didn’t know I was crying. “I’m perfect.” I’m happy. My muscles unclench from around him, enabling him to sink deeper until his heavy sack is flush against my arse.
“Oh my goddess, you feel so fucking good. This is all I’ve dreamed about.”
“Move,” I beg him. “You’re inside me and not doing anything.”
His lips curl into a feral smile. “Such a pain in my ass.”
I’m about to say something back, but he pulls out and slams home. My toes curl, and my head stretches back. We slide along the furs, him pounding ferociously, and me crying out his name. Our skin slaps together, and my breasts bounce with every thrust he gives. His body contorts and flexes, showing off the defined ropes of muscle. I run my hands over every inch of his body that I can, that is until he grabs my hands and pins them above my head.
A low, barbaric growl emanates from his chest. His eyes watch in fascination as my breasts bounce. “Keep them there,” he orders, removing his hands from my wrist and squeezing my mounds in his palms, using them as leverage to speed up his frantic pumps.
“Beowulf,” I moan. A slow burn turns in my lower belly, tingling my spine. Oh, I’ve never had such an urge before. It’s overwhelming. I want more, but I want less. It’s all too much. “I can’t. I don’t… something is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong, beautiful Angel. You’re about to come all over my cock. Do it. Come for me. I’m right there with you,” he says.
My eyes shut, but his hand locks onto my jaw. “Open. I want us to see each other. I want to see what I do to you just as you do to me.”
The words are the last of my resolve. My body explodes. Lights flash in my eyes, blinding me, and euphoria rolls over me. My entire body contracts, and everything inside me tightens around his cock, trying to keep him inside me. He cries out when he comes, shooting deep inside me. With every spurt, he thrusts harder, deeper, punctuating just how far he wants his seed to go.
“Oh, fuck. Angel,” he moans, and then falls, catching himself on his elbows before landing on me.
My legs are shaking. I don’t think I can move. I’ve lost all control of my body. It’s tingly and relaxed. He kisses along my collarbone, up my neck, and then places his lips on top of mine. His lips are salty from the light sheen of sweat covering my body. I run my fingers down his spine and up again until his cock twitches inside me, getting hard once more.
“You’re getting me hard again,” he growls, wrapping his hand around my throat. There’s no pressure, but the position is exhilarating. “Is that what you want?”
“I never want to leave this bed. If it means having you inside me all day and night, then so be it.” My words have a soft bite to them. I want to tempt him. I’m not ready for him to leave me; he feels so good filling me up. It’s a connection I never want severed.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve known since the moment I saw you for the first time,” he releases the soft hold he had on my neck and starts an agonizingly slow pace, rocking inside me once again. The uncontrollable, undying passion that sent us into a mad, sexual frenzy has subsided… for now. At this moment, he is taking his time with me, murmuring sweet words into my ear, telling me how much he loves me, needs me, and how he wants to make me his wife.
In the back of my mind, I always thought in the many years I had been captured, I would have been sold and used. My hope for uniting with Beowulf was just that… hope. A silly wish that kept me alive every day because it gave me enough strength to push forward. Now, I’m here, in his arms, kissing his lips, my hands on his body, and I’m in heaven.
It’s everything I dreamed of and more. Our bodies collide in a beautiful harmony that can only be meant for hearts that are one. Beowulf always thought I loved the sun, but that was never really the case. I loved him.
He is my sun.
Chapter Seventeen
Beowulf
Oh, the best dream in the fucking world is happening right now inside my sleep-induced brain. Warm lips wrap around my hard cock, sucking me so hard that I know the goal is to pull the come right from my sack. I even feel soft palms rubbing my balls in my sack. My eyes flutter open, and I realize that it isn’t a
dream at all, but my sweet fucking reality.
I have my woman between my legs, sucking me to the root and slurping her way to the crown before lowering her mouth on me again until the back of her throat rubs against it. The sleepiness is long gone, and the only thing I can focus on is her wicked tongue lashing on my cock. Her doe eyes are shattering my control. I’m doing all I can not to fuck her mouth. I know she isn’t very experienced, so I don’t want to overwhelm her, or worse, hurt her.
My hands grab the side of her head, and I lift my chest to get a good look at her. Her blonde hair is messy from our wild night of making love, and she has little red marks over the curve of her tits from my teeth. I got a little carried away last night, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted her so fucking deeply.
My flesh shines with her spit, and seeing her red tongue wrap around me makes me explode. I have no time to warn her. All I can do is toss my head back and grunt, spurting my seed down her throat. To my surprise, she drinks me down and is diligent with the clean-up, licking my semi-hard shaft until every drop of cream is gone.
I flop on the bed, completely spent, and toss my arm over my eyes. “Goddess,” I gasp through ragged breaths. “That’s a damn good morning.”
Lilith giggles and tries to get off the bed of furs, but I sit up just in time to grab her ankle, “And where do you think you’re going?”
I pull her on the bed, despite her yelping, and flip us until she is underneath me, just like she was last night.
“Mmmm, better,” I say. Her lips curl up into such a bright smile, showing her perfect teeth. Her happiness melts the sorrow still clinging onto my heart about my brother. I don’t let it show. I pet her cheek, appreciating her soft skin and supple lips. Her hair is soft, the color of the finest gold. She’s stunning. And I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be able to hold her in the same arms that have done so many horrible things. To hold such beauty, it’s a gift.
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