Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(32)
We fell heavily onto his bed, rolling again and again, as we each yanked one another’s clothes off, in a mad dash of desire to press our naked flesh against one another’s.
“You’re going to jump my bones,” he whispered teasingly, a small smile playing on his lips pressed against mine. One of his palms kneaded my swollen breast while the other continued to yank at the strings on my tennis shoes, the damn things being stubborn.
“And you’re going to jump my bones. What does that say about you?”
“Same as does for you.” He glanced down at my shoe, muttering, “What the f*ck is wrong with this thing?”
“Just break it,” I moaned, my right hand lowering to his ramrod, massive cock. I gripped him tight and pumped him as furiously as my need. He broke the shoelace. My tennis shoe went flying across the room, his fierce gaze hungry on mine as silver light began to shimmer around us. His lips curved when I paused, glancing at it in alarm, my heart rate skyrocketing even higher than it already was. “It’s normal. It’s just my power.”
“That didn’t happen before.”
“You said no freaky shit then. I was controlling it.”
My brows rose, my tone dry and breathless when his head dipped, his lush lips landing on my neck. “Must happen a lot.”
He chuckled softly against my flesh. “It does happen occasionally.”
“Occasionally, my ass,” I grumbled. He was a hot commodity for any person in Woodland Creek. And he was mine for the evening…and I truly didn’t give a f*ck at the moment that he was a shifter. I slid my hand up and down the silky soft skin of his cock again, no way for my fingers to touch around him.
He began thrusting into my gripping hand, his own palm sliding to my ass, gripping it tight. “Your ass is fine as hell, Little One.” Nibbling in heated bites down my neck, his gaze caught on my breasts. “Same here.”
I gasped, groaning heavily as he latched onto one of my pebbled nipples, sucking hard, even as he shoved my legs apart, one of his hands landing between my thighs. His fingers slid between my slick folds, torturing me as he played teasingly with my clit.
It became another race of pleasure when I knocked his hand away and rolled us so I could straddle him. I placed his cock at my entrance. His warm palms slid over my thighs to grab my hips, bending his legs to start pressing up as I pressed down, my head flying back at the feel of him entering me.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he said between gritted teeth. “Christ, you feel . . . f*cking damn!” He groaned as I quickened my pace, wanting him all the way inside me, needing to get there, riding his cock. His lips parted as he stared at my swaying breasts. “Dry spell?”
“Fucking torture. It’s been a month without anyone in my bed,” I moaned, grabbing onto his hard pecs and shoving myself down onto his cock, imbedding him fully. My cry of pleasure mingled with his deep booming shout. Panting, I swiftly lifted my hips, arching my body back for maximum penetration while holding onto his knees and riding his cock like I f*cking wanted to, hard and fierce. His groan was loud as he held my hips in place and pumped furiously, meeting each one of my actions, the silver light around us whipping faster.
His cock glided in and out me furiously as I rode him hard. I shouted in pleasure, then surprise when he rolled us fluidly, grabbing under one of my legs as his lips landed on mine. Isaac started pounding into me, the sounds of our skin slapping only drowned out by our groans as our lips and tongues caressed each other’s feverishly, our breaths being shared like our bodies connecting. The feel of him deep inside me was utter bliss, a release of pent-up desired pleasure, neither of us releasing each other as our hips continued to meet, our bodies long past glistening with sweat. Driving in and out of me, he bit my bottom lip, groaning heavily.
Our pace unrelenting, I ran my hands over him, feeling every part of his beautifully sculpted body I could reach. My eyes flew open sharply when he started bumping my cervix harder, the pinch of pain utterly perfect, the head of his cock rubbing against the place deep inside me. His glowing green gaze on mine, he chuckled softly at my expression, only quickening his pace unbelievably faster, making me grin when his own breath caught, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Holding onto his back, my fingernails digging in, I trembled fiercely under him. A quiet whimper exited my lips as he thrust brutally into me, over and over, my body bowing. I shouted, “Isaac!”
I went over the edge, my mind racing in heated sparkles of showered carnal bliss. I held onto him tight as my channel gripped him brutally, shuddering under him hard as the pleasure racked my frame.
He cursed gutturally, slamming himself deep inside me as his head dipped against my neck, his bellowed groan of pleasure muffled against my hair, “Kennedy!” His arms were wrapped around my shoulders tight, his body holding me down as he shook hard. My breath caught as his wings shot out from his back, hovering over us, as his cock pumped deep inside me, his come scalding me furiously with each jerk. His power exploded around us, the silver light expanding like a shimmering bubble popping.
My mind fogged in pleasure, I swallowed heavily as my arms went limp over him, sliding down to his ass, my body pliant and relaxed. With his hot pants against my neck, his heartbeat heavy against my chest, he rumbled, “That took the edge off.”
My chuckle was breathless. “Ready for more?”
“Hell yes.” His wings snapped back down, disappearing from sight. He tipped his head up, his dilated gaze hard set on mine. “Hanna may have been right.”