"Big, I know." And I smile at him, parting my legs so I can position his thick cock to my entrance. "I like them big."
My fingertips find my clit and I rub it fast, keeping me on the edge as I angle my hips and press myself against Tristan. His breathing speeds up, his gaze on my face, lips half-parted. My pussy burns with the tension, his cockhead so fucking big it hurts.
"Cass," he calls out, half-desperate, half on fire. His voice trembles with I don't know what. My entire body shakes with need.
I part my lips, and for a second I don't think he'll fit, but Tristan leans and kisses me, and that's what does it. Pleasure shoots through my body, exploding between my legs, and I come apart, my fingers digging into my clit, keeping me going. My hips buck against him and his head pops in, a painful stretch that mixes with my orgasm and turns into fierce, mind-blowing bliss.
Tristan grunts, a hand of his gripping my hair. I pull him closer, hooking my legs behind him, clinging to his body until he slides into me, inch by delicious inch. His thick cock stretches me, and I know I could never take another man at the same time as I took him. He's just too big.
The second he's hilt-deep inside me, something clicks inside Tristan. His huge body shadows me as I dig my nails into his shoulders and he moves. He seeks pleasure like it's an instinct, hips pumping into me, his lips exploring my mouth, my face, my neck. Tristan's beard scratches my skin, making me tingle, and I daydream about him licking my pussy, scratching the insides of my thighs.
"Oh, gods," I moan against him. "Just like that."
"You like this, Cass?" he asks, tentative and sure of himself at the same time. "You like this?"
"I like it so much."
"You feel so good around me. So tight."
My face warms. He's so close to dirty talking, and he has no idea. "That's because you're so big."
"I want to... I want to do it inside you."
"What? Do what?"
"To... I don't know. Release. Let it go."
I grip his hair and tug his face closer. "Gods, do that. Come inside me. This is so hot." This girl has an IUD and this man is too much of a virgin to have STDs, so I'm all over him coming inside me. Gods, now that I think about it, did I just pop his cherry?
Tristan presses his forehead to mine, our lips brushing, and his deep blue gaze makes me gasp. This has grown intimate, so intimate like he's giving me a part of himself. He's sacrificing so much to be with me. He's in danger, after betraying a man as powerful as the Collector. And he doesn't care. All he cares about is me.
Lust coils between my thighs, my jaw drops, and I come apart. It's fast, blisteringly fast, and I moan out loud as if in a feverish dream. Tristan's body tenses against mine, hand on my face, and then he bursts inside me. He roars, animalistic and wild, his body arching against mine. And I swear to every god out there, I feel the hot, thick come spraying, covering my inner walls, and it makes me come all over again.
Tristan’s skin turns harder beneath my fingertips. I crack my eyes open to stare at him and, amid his pleasure, there’s a whoosh, and wings pop out of his back. I gasp in surprise, but he keeps moving, pumping into me until he hits my G-spot. Again, and again, and one explosion goes off after the other, not fireworks but atomic bombs, bright white flickering in the back of my eyelids. Maybe I'm screaming, and it would be so awkward if Prince entered to find us like this, but I'm physically unable of giving a fuck. Wetness squirts out of me, as hard as his pumps go, and I can't even comprehend what's going on.
Tristan's fingers dig into my hips, hard, and I hold him back, clinging to his wrists like a life-jacket as he buries himself inside me, and his pumps slow down as I shudder with every after-shock that takes over my body.
Cold sweat covers my skin as I come down, a high so intense for a moment I'm pretty sure I'm dead. What happens to dead Shadow Mages? Do Mages have a special place for them to go to? It would be so embarrassing to tell my ancestors I died from a too-amazing orgasm. Maybe some of them would high-five me, though.
When I come to myself, Tristan is still sitting in the same position, and he has… changed. The wings sprouting from his back as scaly, gray as his skin and he has turned… Hard. Hard as a rock. His cock feels even thicker buried inside me, twitching. I lick my lips.
“So gargoyles are shifters,” I breathe out.
He looks over his shoulder. “Yes…” And there’s so much hesitation in his voice it breaks me.
I reach out, cradling his chin. “Hey. It’s not bad. It’s you, and you are beautiful.” And I smile.
He smiles back, looking down at the place we connect. "I thought you had peed on me. It doesn't smell like pee, though."
I wiggle back so his cock slides out of me and I sit up. The sheets are covered in something wet, and I lower myself to scent it. "No. Not pee." I look up at him with an arched brow. "Do you think I squirted? I never did that."
He shrugs. "You did squirt. Not pee. Something else."
I grin. "Well, that's a first. Congrats, big guy. You made me squirt."
He blinks, confused if that's a good thing or not, but then he smiles, proud of himself. Gods, he's so adorable. How can he make me want to bounce on his cock, and then squeeze his face moments later? Conflicting feelings.
Shaking my head, I shoot up to my feet. "Come on, we have to change these." I shoot a look at his twitching cock, smiling. "Then we can try another position. One that uses your wings."