It Ain't Me, Babe (Hades Hangmen #1)(71)

“Babe?” Crooking his fingers, Styx signaled for me to go to him. His angry gashes were bright red, yet he still looked so good to me.

I had nothing to fear. This was Styx.

Shifting to carefully straddle his thighs, I confessed, “I do not know how to join with you. That is, I do not know how without being in the required position for the Lord’s sharing.”

Styx went eerily still before lifting up his chest and cupping my face. “Let me sh-show you.” His large hands dropped into the water and he held my thighs in his hands, pulling me flush against his length. “Let m-me inside, babe. P-put me in-inside you.”

“But you are injured. You are in pain,” I protested.

“Th-that’s why you n-need to ride me. You f-f*ck m-me, babe. I’m n-not so hurt that I don’t w-want your t-tight * milking my c-cock. You’re in con-control.”

I am in control.

“Styx,” I groaned as two of his fingers suddenly plunged into my sex.

“Drenched… wet… ready…” he whispered before withdrawing and lying back against the tub. “R-ride me, Mae.” But his hands never left my body, caressing, feeling, being connected to me.

Kneeling to my thighs, I reached down and placed Styx at my entrance, shivering slightly in trepidation. I was worried I would do something wrong. I was worried I could hurt him more. But when I looked into those large hazel eyes—the eyes that had given me comfort all my life—my worries melted away. In one quick motion, I lowered myself down and filled myself to the hilt.

Styx’s teeth gritted and his pulse throbbed in his neck. Pleasure shot through my body and I planted my palms on his torso, making sure not to touch any raw scars.

“Styx… Oh, Styx…” I murmured over and over the farther he thrust inside me. With every inch, my pleasure increased until I sat still, savoring the feeling.

“Babe! Fuck me, babe!” Styx hissed. Gripping my wrists, he eased me down, and pressed his forehead to mine.

“What do I do now?” I asked, only slightly embarrassed at my inexperience. Styx made me feel safe.

“M-move your h-hips. Move th-them up and d-down.”

Doing as he said, I began rolling my hips and the water from the bath began making small waves, threatening to spill over the side.

“Mae! F-f*ck!”

Pleasure instinctively drove my actions, and with every drag of Styx’s length within me, bright sparks of pleasure burst behind my closed eyelids.

My hands stroked along his muscles, which jumped and twitched with every thrust. Styx’s hips began rising to meet mine, forcing me to cry out in pleasure, the feeling of fullness too much to take. Minute after minute went by and our movements grew more and more frenzied; the water now flowed freely over the edge of the bathtub, splashing noisily onto the floor.

“Styx, Styx, Styx… Styx!” I moaned, and my eyes popped open to fix on his, he was watching me, always watching me. His hand slipped effortlessly between my legs and his thumb started to massage me there, that place, that spot. The spot that makes me lose control of my senses.

The pleasure was almost too much as burning flames of desire ripped through my body, igniting like pure octane in my veins. My hips pounded quicker against Styx’s, stimulated by his sympathetic movements and his erotic grunts and groans. Styx’s thumb moved faster, his length seeming to expand to an unbearable fullness within me.

My chest pounded as Styx rolled his lips, but his eyes stayed firmly on me. Then, like a bolt of lightning, an indescribable feeling took hold of my whole body and I screamed out in ecstasy. Styx’s lips parted as his hips thrust hard; once, twice, then stilled. His large hazel eyes widened, his face contorted momentarily as in pain and a hot spurt of semen flooded inside me, filling my womb. I felt as though I were floating in the hot still air of a summer’s afternoon, as the heat of the water wrapped around us both. I flopped to his chest, drained but oh so perfectly content.

As I listened to the furious beating of Styx’s heart through his chest, I smiled. His strong hands stroked at my long wet hair trailing down my back as we came down gently from our mutual high.

So that was making love…

I had just made love to Styx.

I had been right all along.

We were always fated to be together. He is my everything. He is my entire world…

… Styx is my salvation.





Chapter Eighteen


Styx



Jesus H. Christ.

Mae.

All Mae.

All mine.

Me inside her tight *, coating her with my cum.

Fuckin’ perfection.

Her light breath blew evenly against my damp chest; she’d fallen asleep.

“Mae,” I called out quietly, rousing her from sleep. Two of my fingers ran along the tight crack of her ass and disappeared into the soaking slit of her well-f*cked *.

Mae’s hips rolled instinctively and a whimper escaped her lips. Suddenly, her blue eyes opened wide, then hooded to half mast as she writhed on my hand.

“Styx…” she moaned, her voice clogged with sleep. Her palms stretched out and gripped the tub’s ledge for leverage, and I had to suck my lip ring into my mouth just to keep calm; she looked so damn beautiful riding my hand.

Her pink, fat nipples beaded, her heavy tits heaved, and her lips parted, hissing out breath with every stroke. Unable to cope with my cock’s neglect anymore, I withdrew my fingers and plunged the f*cker right inside her.