Best
*two years later*
Adea
“Oh, fuck.”
Shane’s groan was all the encouragement I needed. My knees were rubbed raw, but I sheathed and bobbed enthusiastically. Little pebbles of rocks dug into my skin and pierced flesh, but it didn’t hinder me. Nothing could, especially not when the God standing above me had my full attention. My thighs clenched at the way his face grimaced with pleasure and the muscle that pulsed as he clenched his jaw.
I didn’t miss a single detail, like how he was fighting the urge to drop his head back and lose himself in the pleasure that I was giving him. His eyes flew open as he stared down at me. Dark obsidian orbs threatened to steam me away in the night and promised to do dirty things to me. Light flecks flashed and I knew Maximus was present for this.
I’ve had a chance to get to know Maximus over the last two years. Despite him being ornery, I have come to love him as much as I do Shane. He wasn’t present every time, but he was welcome whenever he came forward. Shane was the one who had an issue with sharing.
Strong fingers trailed along my shoulder to the back of my nape and gripped my hair. I was slammed down on Shane’s thick, hard cock. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat but I didn’t fight it. Tears welled in my eyes but my gaze remained on him. Fighting the automatic reaction to push off of him, I loosened my throat around him. He grunted as he pulled me off of him and spittle ran from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock. His eyes darkened with desire as he stared.
“Fucking beautiful,” Shane growled. I was on my knees as tears streamed down my face, saliva dribbling, I was definitely not looking my best. The look in his eyes and the husk in his voice told me he loved it.
I kept my mouth open and my tongue out in obedience, letting him know I was patiently waiting for him. He didn’t have me waiting long, he slammed me down on his thick hard length again, my nose pressed against his skin. He held me there while I gagged around him.
“Your mouth is always so fucking tight for me. I swear you were made for me, Adea. You were fucking… made for me.”
I hummed in appreciation and he groaned as the sound vibrated around his cock. I swallowed once, twice and he cursed as he pulled me off of him.
“Who would have thought you’d be such a little slut?” Shane cooed. Wetness pooled between my legs at the compliment.
“Only for you,” I said as seductively as I could manage before wetting my lips.
I loved how comfortable he made me. How comfortably uncomfortable he made me. Shane loved to test my limits and he demanded all of my trust. Did I think he would hurt me? Yes. Was I afraid that he would take it too far? Never. He was so in tune with my body, he could read me. This had started as an experiment, a way for me to do everything and anything before I was sold off to Ethan. What I wasn’t expecting was for it to grow into so much more.
Shane had always been my person but now, now I loved him. I wanted him as my own. I wanted a future, one that would be with him. I didn’t even like thinking about it but sometimes when I was all alone in my room, or when he was asleep and I lay on top of him, I thought of our future. One where we were happy, free, and together. I wanted to wake up to him in the morning and give him pups.
I don’t bother waiting for his reply, or for him to guide me down on his length. I take initiative and reach forward with my hand. I slide my finger down the slit on his tip before I curl my hand around his thick girth. Sliding it up and down his shaft in circular motions while I lean forward and suck on his tip. He curses but that only tells me that he’s liking it. I bob my head on his hard length and keep my hand going. I rest my left hand on his thigh and feel his muscle tensing beneath it. He’s getting there. He hardens in my mouth and I smile at the knowledge that he’s close. His hips thrust forward and I know he’s going to lose it. He’s going to come in my mouth. My tongue darts out and slides against his length as I pick up speed and take more of him. I need his release more than I need my own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Shane groans as he stares down at me. I peek up at him through my eyelashes and hold eye contact. The muscles at his base tighten. “Shit.”
He comes undone. His come hits the back of my throat and he tries pull out, but I grip his thigh and hip, and pull him closer. I take him deeper while he empties himself. I continue sucking him as he comes. His groans are music to my ears.
When he’s spent, his muscles loosen and I pull myself off of him. Sitting back on my legs beneath me, I lick the spittle from my lips. He stares down at me with a satisfied look in his eyes and I smile up at him proudly. Shane reaches down and grips my chin. His thumb slides over my bottom lip.
“You’re getting way too good at that,” he murmurs.
“Is that a complaint I hear, sir Shane?” I asked, concealing my laugh with a smile.
“Definitely not,” he chuckles. “Best blow of my life. Your mouth and tongue work miracles.”
My smile falters at his words. The last thing I want to think about were the girls before me. All that mattered was the present. We’ve been at this for two years now, but I’m not perfect. I was still insecure about women. I can’t help but imagine someone else on their knees in front of him.
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