It was a warrior’s body and it was tucked all around me protectively, guarding me even in his sleep with his great big back like a chest plate over my torso, his right leg thrown over my lower body and right arm curled around my hips to tuck me even closer.
No wonder I was hot. The man was a fucking furnace.
I loved it.
In fact, I loved every single thing about the past ten hours with Zeus. From seeing him leaning up against his big black bike with a curl of smoke drifting into the air around his handsome, rugged face, to the way he’d taken me in the kitchen as if he’d die if he didn’t have his hands on me in the very next second. Even the pain, I’d loved. Loved knowing that I was suffering through it to accept him because I knew the best things were always hard to come by and I loved working for it, for him and his monster cock. Finally, I loved the intensity of his need and the totality of his care. He treated me roughly, bending my bendable body just to see how it could form new positions for him to fuck and do it hard, but outside of the sexual, he treated me like gold. Not glass, not like something fragile and overly precious, something to be looked after out of necessity. No, something made of gold; priceless, worthy, but difficult to destroy. He wanted to defile me and defend me in equal terms, a dirty knight in his leather armor.
I’d never experienced anything transcending. My grandfather had always told me that being cured from cancer when I was a little girl was a miracle, that God had heard everyone’s prayers and that I had been saved by the grace of heaven.
I’d never felt that, especially not after being diagnosed a second time.
But I did feel the grace of God last night, a different kind of god, one made of thunder and motor oil and wicked deeds, held together by leather and ink.
It was that kind of god I had transferred my religion to the night before.
I’d always believed that Christianity wasn’t for everyone, that faith was a special and intimate kind of thing that had to occur to you naturally, and express itself through you organically.
Now I knew what deity I’d pray to and die trying to please.
Zeus Garro.
I felt settled in a way that I’d never experienced before, like the last piece of me had aligned and I was finally whole with myself.
I felt calm and sure, so wise I could burst with it.
I knew the feeling would pass because I was seventeen and I may have been through some things but I was no Yoda, but that feeling of completeness would remain as long as I could be with Zeus.
“No thinkin’,” Zeus growled in such a low, barely decipherable meter that I laughed.
He pried an eyelid open to reveal his silver-as-star-shine eye. “Was fuckin’ serious.”
“I know.” I pressed a kiss to his beard and then rubbed my fingers in it just because I could. “But I promise, they’re happy thoughts.”
He grumbled, dragging me further under his body so that my legs were forced open so his hips could slide through. I wrapped my limbs around him and held him to me.
“Fuckin’ better be, I gave you all my best moves last night.”
I laughed. “You liar, I know you were gentle with me.”
He smiled against my neck as he buried his face in my hair and kissed my pulse. “Gotta break you in slow. Don’t want any long-term damage ’cause I plan to have you regular from now on.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked on a gasp as he adjusted his hips and the crown of his hard cock slid against my entrance.
I hadn’t cleaned up after the last time we fucked last night because I was asleep before my orgasm had even fully faded, so a combination of our cum lubricated his way as Zeus notched his head at my cunt and slid home on a smooth, strong glide.
“Yeah,” he rasped as he worked himself slow and lazy in and out of me. “Startin’ right fuckin’ now.”
“Okay,” I breathed, clinging to him and wiggling because my sex ached, but in a way that only the stretch of him inside me could soothe.
He turned my head to take my mouth, plundering it deep and thorough. I loved his tongue in my mouth, how it mimicked his cock in my cunt. When he pulled away from me, I whimpered.
He grinned as he kneeled between my legs, leaned back on his heels so his wet dick was displayed like a trophy in his hand.
“Such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all’a this in that tight little cunt,” he praised me.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him before me like that.
He was a big man in all other respects, so I should have known he’d be a big man there, but the sight of him naked and erect, so thick and so long with a flared head the size of a plum and just as purple made my mouth water and my heart kick with pride knowing I’d had him inside me. I watched him wrap one of his massive hands around the base of his cock and squeeze before pulling forward to the tip in a smooth, tight motion that brought a pearl of liquid to the crown.
My tongue flicked out against my lower lip as I imagined the taste of that pearl. Would it taste just as briny and smooth as one plucked straight from the sea?
I was desperate to roll it over my tongue, to define the taste of him with my lips.
“You want it, come get it,” he dared me, eyes bright under his dark scowl.
I loved that he looked terrifying in his arousal, the devil that would kill you soon as fuck you. It gave an edge to the sex that made me feel wetter, dirtier, even more alive.
I swung around lithely so that I was on my hands and knees facing him.
“Head down, ass up. Wanna see that sweet peach as you suck me off.”
God.
No one had ever spoken to me like that. It was almost degrading but instead, so fucking hot because I knew this man admired me, cared for me, would kill anyone who disrespected me. His demands, his crude mouth made arousal pool between my legs and leak down my thighs.
His sharp smile told me he knew his effect on me.
“Do it, little girl.”
I groaned, loving the dirtiness. Loving our age difference only like this, between the two of us in bed where he was the big, bad experienced man and I was his eager little girl, so willing to please.
So, please him I fucking well would.
I dipped my head to lick that pearly drop of precum from his tip and moaned at the sensational taste of him.
“Better than a cherry lollipop,” I told him, looking up at him with my mouth hovering over his dick.
His hands lashed out to tangle in my hair. “Let’s see if you can fit it all in your mouth like you can one’a those suckers.”
I knew how to give head. It wasn’t a skill I was going to tell Zeus how or when or with whom I’d acquired it, but it was definitely one I was going to use on him.
First, I used my tongue on him. Just the wet length of it on the tip of him, dipping into the well of his precum, swirling over the defined head and lashing across the sensitive underside. His strong thighs quivered slightly when I opened wide and sunk my mouth down over as much of him as I could fit in my mouth.
I couldn’t take all of him. Nowhere close and I knew it would take practice but for now, I used one hand to jack the base of him and the other to tug lightly at his balls.
When he tipped his head back and groaned long and low, I thanked God for Cosmo magazine.
My mouth watered at the taste of him and I loved the sounds I made over his cock as I tried to fit more and more of him in my mouth, down my throat. I was so into it, I knew if I reached down into the puddle between my legs, I’d come just from tapping my clit.