Grumpy Puck

19. Michael

Chapter 19

Michael

S he returns my kiss with a ferocity I didn’t expect, and then she reaches down to unbuckle my belt.

Some kind of beast—no doubt a bear—awakens inside me, and I fight the urge to roar as I pick her up and carry her to the giant bed.

In a frantic frenzy, we tug at each other’s clothes until they are a pile on the edge of the bed, revealing Calliope in all her pale, delectable glory.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” The words come out of me with a pained groan. “You have no idea what you do to me, ptichka .”

In reply, her cheeks and breasts turn a deeper pink than her hair. “I bet I want to fuck you more.”

“There’s no way that can be true.” I cup her breast.

“Does everything need to be a competition with you?” she gasps, her nipple pebbling under my fingers.

“No.” I spread her legs and feather kisses from her knee up to her thigh. “When it comes to you, I feel like I’ve already won.”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” she says dazedly. “If?—”

My kisses reach the damp, heated flesh of her pussy, and that seems to shut her up—a trick I’ll keep in mind for future reference.

When I take a greedy lick of her entrance, she tastes intoxicatingly of cotton candy, roasted pecans, and something ineffable that is purely her.

A desperate moan escapes her lips, urging me on to lick higher, where her tightening clit shyly hides in a pink hoodie of flesh.

“Oh, my,” she breathes as I reach my destination.

Gripping her by her deliciously round butt cheeks, I lift her toward me and circle my tongue around her little bud, making her moan again. And again.

“That’s right,” I murmur right into her pretty flesh as her muscles start to quiver. “Come for me.”

She does, and with a scream.

I glide my tongue up her belly until I reach her neck, which I nibble. “That was only the beginning,” I whisper sensuously into her ear. “Tonight, I will make you come more than you ever have in your life.”

She shakes her head languidly. “Like I was saying, competitive.”

Fuck. Maybe I am. Because I want to fuck her so thoroughly it will erase from her mind any memory of anyone but me.

“Turn over,” I order hoarsely.

“Why?” she demands but obeys.

“You’re getting a glute massage.” And I’m finally getting a handful of that sweet ass that has been taunting my every waking moment.

“Okay.” She lifts her butt in the air, no doubt in a misguided attempt to aid me.

Fuuuuck. The thought of a massage is gone from my mind. What I really want to do is slide my dick inside her, from behind, and pound into her until?—

No.

If I’m to achieve my earlier objective, I’ll have to exercise all of my available self-control.

Grabbing a handful of pale flesh, I squeeze with both my hands and then knead the muscle.

“Wow.” She visibly relaxes. “That feels pretty nice.”

Pretty nice? I intensify my ministrations until she turns to putty in my hands and moans in pleasure.

When my dick feels like it might just explode, I lick her from behind until she comes for me one more time, hands balling over the starchy sheets and a desperate cry escaping her lips.

“Turn over,” I order gruffly.

She does, and I feel an inordinate amount of satisfaction when I see just how tight her nipples and hooded her eyes are.

She looks properly fucked, and my dick has been nowhere near her yet.

“Here.” I bring the index and middle finger of my right hand over to her perfect lips. “Make these nice and wet.”

Eyes widening, she sucks my fingers like a very good girl, and when I’m satisfied with the resulting lubrication, I glide them inside her, gently stretching—and nearly come myself as I feel the slick heat within her.

The expression of bliss on her face urges me on, and I slide my fingers in and out, then crook them, locating a bundle of tissue just behind?—

“Yes!” she gasps. “There. Please.”

Well, if she’s going to beg so nicely, I don’t have a choice, do I? I concentrate on the spot that I’ve found until her toes curl and she shouts as she reaches another orgasm.

“Good job, ptichka ,” I croon hoarsely. “Now one more.”

“What?” Her eyes widen.

Since actions are better than words, I put my tongue on her clit again, and all it takes is a couple of licks before she comes undone for me again.

“Now,” I growl. “I want to be inside you.”

“Finally.” She grabs a condom, rips it open, and sheaths my dick.

I don’t know if I’ve just developed a new kink or what, but seeing those sparkly nails near my shaft almost makes me pop my load all too soon, but thankfully, I do not. Instead, I very carefully enter her incredibly snug pussy and let us both adjust to the sensations for a second before I dare to move.

“No,” she pleads, wriggling underneath me. “Don’t be gentle. I want it very hard.”

Did I think I was beast-like earlier? Because that can’t compare with the ferocity with which I thrust into her, all too glad to give her exactly what she wants.

“Yes!” she screams, raking her nails down my back. “Like that!”

I piston into her with everything I have, and she comes all over my cock, again and again, until I lose count of her orgasms along with my mind. Finally, with a savage grunt, my own release bursts forth.

The aftermath is a bit hazy in my mind. She leaves to wash up, and I think I do the same, but then we find ourselves locked in an embrace and under the covers, at which point I fall into the deepest, sweetest sleep of my life.