My action was proof I was totally jealous of any male in her life. Before me, on fucking Earth or even now, just looking at her. She was, as they said on Earth… hot.
She reached up took my hand from my mouth and turned it so my palm faced her. Leaning forward, she took the tip of my finger into her mouth. Sucked.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered at the hot, wet suction. And that was just my finger.
Lower, my cock hardened, jealous. Seemed I was filled with envy.
“What is that for?” I asked, my voice a harsh rasp. She destroyed me so easily.
Pulling back, she looked up at me. “Your mother hates me.” She shrugged. “That’s fine, but we might as well make sure she’s bothered by something I’m actually doing.”
“Like what?”
“Riding your cock. And, as my sister accused, screaming your name when I come with your mouth on me.”
“I’ll fuck you, princess. But first, I want my cock in your mouth feeling that sweet pull, the swirl of that tongue.”
She smiled then, waggled her eyebrows up and down. “I’ve got something new we can try.”
Pre-cum seeped from the tip at the very idea of something new. I was a very eager pupil to whatever Faith wished to teach me. Everything we’d done so far had been adventurous and sexy as fuck. “It involves you sucking my cock?”
She took my hand, tugged me toward the bed. “And you licking my pussy. At the same time.”
I stopped in my tracks as I thought of how to do that. It took a second and then I grinned. Fuck, yes.
“The last time I ate your pussy, you screamed,” I warned. “I doubt you can be quiet. In fact, it’s my mission to make you yell my name every time you come.”
Faith tugged her shirt over her head and she stood there in just a pink version of that sexy bra I couldn’t resist. She glanced at the closed bedroom door. “Exactly.”
* * *
Faith
“Not only are you going to be a maid and a traitor, but you’re also going to be a vixen who defiles an innocent virgin.”
I worked off my pants next, watched Thor following my every move. I felt powerful, sexy and definitely a vixen. “That’s me. It’s going to be pretty hard for me to suck your cock if it’s in your pants.”
That got him moving, his clothes a pile on the floor before I could get my socks off.
God, he was gorgeous. No wonder I was a defiler of virgins. Awakened or not, he was totally worth jumping. And to think he was all mine. That huge cock too. Long and thick, it curved upward to bump his navel. The crown looked like a big mushroom cap, but was an appealing pink color. The slit at the top had a bead of pre-cum and I knew that was all for me.
Now that my Ardor was over, I could look at him more clearly. Oh, I still ogled him with lust-filled eyes, but I was no longer in pain. Needy desperation to be fucked. Now, I was just a horny slut who wanted to suck my mate’s cock.
Giving blow jobs wasn’t really my thing. I didn’t do it for just anyone and it was so impersonal. But with Thor, I felt empowered by how I could make him practically lose his mind. Fortunately, his awakening had tapered off. Now, when his cock was hard, I knew it was truly for me, not because he’d first found his mate.
I loved that he was hard all the time, eager for me. And I loved knowing that he hadn’t been with anyone else, that everything we’d done together had been a first for him. Just like sixty-nine. By the look on his face when he’d figured out what I wanted to do, it wasn’t something they’d taught in those boys’ sex-ed classes.
It was time for a little hands-on sex-ed of our own.
“Where do you want me, mate?” he asked, heat and eagerness in his gaze.
I pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
He winked. “Bossy and you have to do all the work? I like it.”
As he grabbed the blankets and yanked them down the bed, I said, “Oh, you’ll be doing a lot of the work.”
When the bed was bare except for the bottom sheet, he glanced at me. “My goal here is to make you scream. If it pisses my mother off in the process, it’ll only be an added benefit.”