Meta Gods War 3, B. Miles [best english books to read for beginners .txt] 📗

his cock filling her up. She was tight, warm, slick, and each new thrust drove him wild as her breasts bounced and her lips parted.

“I love a man that knows what he wants,” she said. “And a man that takes it.”

“Like I’m taking this?” He pressed himself deep and licked one of her nipples then bit down.

“Ah,” she gasped. “Exactly like that.”

“You’ve been waiting for me,” he said. “You’ve been waiting for me to decide I wanted to have you.”

“I know how you’ve been looking at me.” She chewed her lip and pulled him down, kissing him hard. “I’m not blind,” she said when she released him.

He thrust faster, deeper. Her cheeks flushed and her back arched.

“Even in your armor, you’re gorgeous,” he said. “I think I find you sexier when you’re wrapped in metal and holding a long sword.”

“I bet you do,” she said, grinning.

He pulled back and turned her over. She gasped as her ass was in the air, her pussy slick and dripping. He gripped her hips and held one of her hands behind her back. Her face pressed against the grass as he slid himself in from behind.

She moaned and bucked her back with each thrust. He released a growl and felt all his aggression, his anger, his pent-up energy, and the desire that had been building for Brice since the moment he first saw her suddenly unleash on her body. He took her, felt her and teased her, fucked her and licked her, their bodies sweating and moving in the grass.

She whispered his name as she moved back and kissed him. He teased her breasts and nipples as he thrust faster. Her hair blew in the wind and her body shuddered with pleasure, and he knew she was close. His fingers found her clit as his cock took her deep, and she leaned down, face in the grass again, moaning wildly, saying his name.

He felt her come, felt her drip down along his shaft. She came in wild waves, her back arched and shaking, her moans a low and uncontrolled groan. As she finished, he slid himself out and smiled as she fell onto her side then rolled onto her back, sweating and breathing hard, her beautiful body flush with joy, a big grin on her face.

“Oh god, yes,” she whispered and looked at him. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

He smirked and stroked himself. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She bit her lip and got onto her knees. “What do you want from me?”

He guided her down onto the grass again, on her back, and let her wrap her legs around his hips. He slid himself inside and took her, slowly at first. He kept his body pressed against hers, kissed her lips, tasted her tongue, fucked her deep but gentle. She moaned, hips writhing, and he felt her dripping wet, her moans coming faster, her breathing harder.

“I’ve been picturing this for a while,” he whispered in her ear. “My cock buried between your legs. I wondered what you’d look like after you came.”

“Do you like it?” she asked. He could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

“I love it,” he said. “You look beautiful. Your breasts are perfect, and the way you say my name makes me so hard it almost hurts.”

He took her faster, faster. She moved her hips in time with him. Pleasure built between them, and Cam felt like his world was one long glowing moment of bliss as he kept filling her, filling her, filling her.

She began to whisper his name again. “Cam,” she moaned. “Oh god again, Cam, again.”

Faster, harder, their bodies sweating, writhing in the grass. He felt her clench and explode again, but this time he didn’t stop or slow. His own orgasm ripped from his body and Brice’s back arched, her eyes flying open, her face locked in sheer bliss. Magic rushed from him and flowed into her, magic he hadn’t even realized was there, magic left over from Lagon’s execution. His orgasm took them to a new level, and Brice floated, flew, hovered, reveled in the bliss only Cam could bring her.

And slowly they came down again. She shivered, quivered, hands on her breasts. He slid himself out and collapsed on the grass next to her, sweating and grinning.

“What— what was that?” she asked.

“That’s what happens when a shaman releases,” he said. “That was some of my magic, leaving my body and entering yours.”

“Oh, Urspirit,” she whispered. “Oh, my gods. That was…”

“I know.” He laughed a little and found her hand. He intertwined his fingers with hers. “It never gets old.”

She looked at him. Golden sunlight kissed her skin. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes wide, her lips pulled into a smile.

“Now I get why you have so many girlfriends,” she said.

“And a wife,” he said.

“Lucky man.” She moved closer and kissed his chest. “Are you going to add me to your little group?”

“I might,” he said. “If you’re lucky. And the other girls want you.”

“Do I have any say in this?”

“I think you already had your say when you came twice for me.”

She looked up at him and grinned then kissed his chest again and lay still.

“I’ve never let a man talk to me like that before,” she said.

“And yet you like it.”

She laughed, soft and giddy. “I really do.”

He ran a hand down her smooth skin and rested it on her hip.

“Let’s stay here for a while,” he said. “I just want to stay here with you and forget about all that shit back at camp.”

“Okay,” she said. “We can do that.”

He put his other arm behind his head and closed his eyes.

With Brice pressed against him, he didn’t need to meditate. Somehow, the world felt right, at least for a while.

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Cam sat back in his chair with his feet up on a pile of blankets and took a long drink from his watered-down beer.

Felin sat with Miuri at a small, round table. They ate their dinner from shallow wooden bowls as Miuri