Chapter 30

CHAPTER THIRTY

TOR

T his woman was trying to fucking kill me. As if the dozen orgasms I gave her last night weren't enough, she woke me with the hot suction of her pussy sinking down my shaft and sent me to heaven. She didn't stop until my eyes rolled back and I came so hard cum spilled out of her, leaving her with a very smug expression that suited her so much I determined to put it on her face every morning.

"I don't think so," I grumbled as she moved off me, snapping my arm around her waist. "Leaving without cuddling is illegal."

Cat laughed, her eyes soft and a little hazy, like reality hadn't settled its heavy weight around her yet. "In what country is that illegal?"

"Mine," I muttered, rolling onto my side and pulling her back into me.

"You're still inside me," she pointed out."

"Mm." My eyes were already dropping shut. "Gimme a few minutes and you'll see why I'm still inside you."

She throbbed around me. I smirked even if the rippling of her muscles around my cock was sweet torture so soon after coming.

"You're really pretty when your eyes roll back," she told me, turning her head to kiss my shoulder.

The compliment hit me like a ray of buttery sunlight after a night of full dark. "Right back at you, beautiful." I clamped a hand around her hip when she rolled her ass back into me in shallow thrusts. "Temptress."

"You called me pretty and beautiful in the same breath; can you blame me for wanting more of you?"

I slit an eye open, adjusting to the sunlight streaming through the small window of her room. The whole room smelled like sex and brought a smile to my lips. "So, compliments make you horny."

"Everything about you makes me horny," she said, a little breathless. My insatiable girl wanted more. No, she needed it.

I glided my hand from her hip down her thigh and tightened my grip, pulling her leg up over mine, opening her up for me. My other hand had ended up cupping her breast, as it usually did, but I skimmed my way up her chest, feeling tension wind through her. When I clamped my hand around her throat, she went limp with a little shudder, a sigh leaving her parted lips.

I worked my hips in slow rolling motions, my teeth biting into my bottom lip at how fucking sensitive my dick was.

"Tor," she said in a tiny whine that made me as hard as diamond. I tightened my fingers on either side of her neck and her head lolled back onto my shoulder, her eyes heavy lidded, the expression on her face sensual and so fucking sexy.

The wild creature of need and control I'd been last night was tamed, but it was gratifying to know Cat loved both the rough treatment and this slow, tender sex.

"I love you," she gasped, her hips stuttering when I gave her shallow thrusts, my cock buried deep in her. My eyes never left her face, watching the flare of her eyes every time I bottomed out, obsessed with the catch in her voice, the jump of her chest, the way she was beginning to squirm.

"I love you so much, my beautiful girl," I said, turning my face to kiss her forehead, watching her eyes flutter shut when I added more pressure to her throat. My girl liked breath play; it was one of the kinks she confessed to her friend, the list Death had overheard and brought back to Miz and I. A wishlist we were more than happy to bring to life for her.

Her hands fluttered, one finding my arm, not pulling me away, just anchoring herself. Or making sure I didn't let go.

"I bet this dick feels even better with your head all floaty," I said, catching her earlobe between my teeth as I withdrew as much as our position allowed, grinding my cock deep until she shuddered and whined. "Such a perfect wife, taking your god's cock, putting your air in my hands, your life in my hands."

Her hips kicked against me, her mouth hanging open, a line of drool sliding over my knuckles as she thrust back into me, fast and frantic. I wanted to lick the saliva off my hands but the angle prevented me. And when I felt her tighten around my cock, wrapping me in fluttering, sucking perfection, I didn't dare stop.

I kept my hand around her throat, wrapping the other around her chest, my palm moulding to the perfect shape of her breast, fingers plucking her nipple. Cat writhed, her movements rough with desperation, and I lightened up my grip on her throat, worried I'd cut off too much of her blood flow. With a frantic noise, she covered my hand with hers, squeezing even harder.

Message received, beautiful. I tightened my fingers until her head must have spun, grazing my lips over her ear.

"I think this perfect pussy is going to come all over my cock, isn't it?" I made sure to grind my tip deep before drawing out, still shallow but faster with every thrust. "You're gripping my cock so sweetly, I can't get enough of you. I don't ever want to leave. You've intoxicated me, body and soul." She tore a grunt from me with a deep spasm of her pussy around me. "Oh fuck, Cat, just like that. Just like fucking that—"

My next grunt was strangled when she clamped around my shaft in violent sucking pulses, milking my cum right from my balls until I exploded inside her.

"Cat," I moaned. "My Cat, my girl, my bride."

Her hips snapped back into mine, taking me balls deep as she spasmed over and over, each contraction accompanied by the sexiest fucking whimpers I'd ever heard.

I had to slide out of her before it turned my cock to a shrivelled raisin—or killed me. Two orgasms she'd ripped from me in less than twenty minutes. I was heavy and warm and so fucking satisfied that I could barely keep my eyes open, but I dropped a hand between her gorgeously curved legs and found her clit, stroking her through her orgasm until she finished shuddering. 1

I rolled onto my back with a groan, pulling her into my side, my breathing deep and easy, my body pleasantly heavy. "Best fucking way to wake up, beautiful. Best fucking way."

She was already passed out, softly snoring, not that I'd ever tell my girl she snored. That was what three orgasms in the morning did to a girl.

I cracked an eye open, looking at the patch of darkness in the corner. "Voyeur," I teased. "Get over here and snuggle."

Misery stepped out of the shadows, colour high on his cheeks and a gaunt need tightening his delicate features. "Do you think she'd want me here—"

"Fuck that, get in the bed and cuddle her. She loves you, Miz. She'll be thrilled to wake up and find you here. Besides, I left you a present."

Cat huffed in her sleep as I rolled her gently onto her back, her legs naturally falling wider. Miz bit back a groan when he saw the trail of cum on her pussy.

"Goddamn," he whispered and climbed onto the bed, his eyes at half-mast as he feasted on her pussy, careful not to wake her from slumber. He didn't stop until he was satisfied he got every drop—of me and of Cat. Then he shot me a sulky look as he laid beside her, nestling her safely between the two of us.

"Enjoy your meal?" I asked, smirking.

"You're a bastard," Miz muttered with a scowl, his eyes falling shut as he threw an arm over Cat, settling naturally against her like they'd never been apart.

I cuddled Cat close, overlapping my arm with Miz's, and slipped back to sleep, content and smug.