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ROMANO DEVORE: I glided into her pussy, earning A loud gasp from her, her wetness welcoming me with warmth. I thrusted in and out, increasing my pace and my erection grew harder. I didn't want to hurt her the process but she bucked her hips up, thrusting from beneath me. “That's how you want to play huh?”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I lied, arching into his touch as he touched my nipple through my bra. “Liar,” he chuckled, pinching lightly. “Your body’s saying yes.” The thrill of exposure made my pulse thunder. Anyone could hike by and see us like this. It terrified me, but fuck, it turned me on. “Derek… what if someone sees?” “Let them,” he growled, kissing my neck, sucking hard enough to mark. “I want you too bad to care.” I moaned, my hands roaming his back. “This is insane.”

In case you have not seen it yet, Eric's story is called Rejecting the Prince's Mate. It is part-way finished and proving to have lots of ups and downs, as you would expect ;) Hope you enjoy the story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Here is a brief summary of the story

I tried to pull her hands off her face, but she just wouldn't let it go, making me giggle. “You're adorable, mate.” “I think that book was written by Eros.” Cherry further explained of her own accord. “Continue.” I encouraged her. “You'd rather hear stories about Nuu-Chah's haven than we make love?” “No. I want both.” I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide for access. “What did you do up there?” I asked, pushing her lacy underwear to the side and swallowing at her sweet-scented pussy. After brushing the tip of my nose on her slit and clit for a while, I took a pause and fired a warning look at her.

Slowly, carefully, he stroked her femininity until her fists loosened, her knees sagged and her breathing became heavy. Eric ignored the pressure of the man's force pressing against the zipper of his pants, along with agonizing lust similar to the pain in his lower abdomen, and focused on soothing his weak slave. Her cheeks were rosy beneath the flushed skin. It was a color only an orgasm could produce, and Eric couldn't help feeling proud to have been the one to bring it. He stroked her back, no longer surprised by the way she arched in response. He will remember it. This story. She. Shaking that thought away, he began to converse with her in the act.

“Wait. Start at the beginning. I don’t understand anything.” He grimaces and runs his thumb across his lips. I stare at those lips, remembering how they explored my body, sent me to new heights, helped me to discover new pleasures. Just the thought of it turns me on. Dammit. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks, but always the consummate gentleman, Edric says nothing. “Do you know our creation story? Have you read it yet?”

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.