I rolled my eyes back and cried out in pleasure. I could never get enough of this.
His mouth moved down and devoured my sex. He kissed it hard, and my legs jerked on his shoulders. Without warning, he thrust his tongue into my liquid heat.
I felt like I was going to explode, yet I wasn’t there yet.
The buildup was killing me and unmaking me.
I moaned deeply. “I need you, Zak.”
He raised his head, silver lightning flashing in his galaxy-blue eyes and twirling along my thighs.
“What do you need, my Rosebud?” His voice was laced with lust.
“I need your big cock to fill me inside, fill my every inch,” I said, then let out a series of unintelligible pleas and demands.
He kissed my pussy again. He couldn’t get enough of me either.
“You taste like sweet rose, my Rosebud,” he said in satisfaction.
Then he lifted me from the water, let my legs wrap around his thighs, and crashed his mouth into me. While I tasted myself, he nudged his cock at my entrance.
His hard cock glided inside my narrow passage. His thick, blunt head kept pushing in toward my depths. It felt damn good.
His shaft was massive, but I’d been wet a long while ago.
There was no resistance to his entry. My body eagerly, desperately took him in deeper and deeper.
He removed his lips from mine and concentrated on thrusting into me, pulling out a little and thrusting back in. His pace was steady, smooth, and vigorous.
All the demigods were rumored to be excellent lovers, except for Héctor, who couldn’t have anyone save me. But I’d learned how superior he was in bedroom through our shared dream.
I had no doubt that in reality my Héctor would be even more fabulous than in a fantasy.
“I’ll make it up to you, Rosebud,” Zak said. Lust distorted his face, yet he still managed to be articulate. “I was supposed to offer you a sensual lead up first, but—”
“Give her multiple orgasms already and let her feed,” Paxton called from the far end. “Instead of sweet-talking her to death.”
“Why is that pervert watching us?” I demanded, half-opening my hooded eyes, which brimmed with intense desire. “Why do we need an audience?”
“He’s guarding us. We’re vulnerable at the moment,” Zak said, thrusting into me rapidly. “Ignore him.”
I wanted to protest more and curse Paxton, but waves of pleasure from Zak’s powerful thrusts hit my every nerve ending. I arched my back, my breasts pressing against his chest.
Zak drove into me faster and harder, filling me and stretching me. His lightning weaved and flashed over my body like an amazing light show before it sank into me, giving me a power boost.
Lust and pleasure muddled my mind, leaving me with no thoughts for anything else.
“You’re so beautiful, Rosebud,” he whispered, fucking me with blinding speed. “It hurts me to look at you. You’re forever mine.”
He switched to rapid, short thrusts, and I moaned louder, soaking in pleasure.
“Yes, Zak, my Bolt, fuck me just like that!”
He wasn’t my Héctor or Axel, but it still felt right to be with him.
Maybe the demigods had told the truth, and I belonged to all of them. So who had me first shouldn’t matter, should it? Would they fight over who took my virginity?
Technically, Héctor was my first. Even though we mated in a dream, it had felt more real than reality.