Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She glares for a moment longer but then snaps her fingers at Orpheus without looking at him. “Here, boy.” She doesn’t watch him to make sure he obeys her command, crawling to her and pressing his head to her palm…but I do. It’s sexy as fuck. Eurydice pets him for a moment. “Now be a good boy and sit there silently. You’ll get your reward soon enough.”
Orpheus has the dazed look on his face of a sub deep in a scene. I’d been prepared to hate him for everything he’s done—and part of me still does—but he’s so fucking broken, I can’t help wanting to pick up the pieces. My white knight complex is a bitch and a half. That, at least, is expected. What I didn’t expect is the strange tenderness that makes me want to reach out and guide his face to my thigh, to offer him comfort.
It’s not my place to offer him comfort. It’s not my place to offer him anything at all.
With that in mind, I refocus on Eurydice. She’s still got that bratty look on her face, but she doesn’t quite pull it off, not when her eyes are so filled with emotions. I lean up and kiss her, just because I can. She’s mine in every way that matters, even if we haven’t ironed out all the details yet.
I’ve been hers for a long time.
She starts to move. Until the day I die, I don’t think I’ll see a more perfect picture than Eurydice, her hands propped behind her on my thighs, her lean body rolling as she rides my cock. I can’t stop myself from running my hands up her thighs to catch her hips, though I don’t try to take control. Not yet.
It’s perfect. Too perfect. No matter how controlled I am, I’m still only human. I can’t keep this up forever. I grab her hips and pull her down onto me, sealing us together and preventing her from moving. It’s a mistake. This feels too fucking good. “Baby, please.”
Her smile is slow, sweet, and a little evil. “Problem, Charon?”
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come, and then you can’t play out your little game with your dog.” I can feel Orpheus watching us intensely, but for once I’m not interested in looking at him. He can wait until it’s time.
“So concerned about Orpheus.” She strokes her fingers along my jaw. I can’t tell if she’s bothered by my words or not. Truth be told, I’m having a hard time stringing any thoughts together at all right now. It’s everything I can do to stop myself from rolling us over and fucking her hard enough to make her forget her own damned name. Another time.
“It’s not Orpheus who’s about to make me blow my load.”
“Very well.” She sighs, her irritation not quite believable when she writhes a little on my cock and her nipples are hard points begging for my mouth. “If riding your cock isn’t working out…I suppose I can ride your mouth.”
A laugh bursts from me, making them both jump. “You suppose you’ll ride my mouth. Come on, baby. Don’t pretend you’re not needy for my tongue.”
“Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.” She sounds so delightfully prissy that I laugh again. It takes no effort at all to lift her off my cock and haul her up to straddle my face. I like her squeak of surprise to find me supporting her weight like this. She wiggles, but I have a firm grasp on her and she’s not going anywhere. “Charon, you’re showing off.”
Maybe a little.
Instead of answering with words, I pull her closer and drag my tongue up her center. Eurydice gives a sweet moan and snaps her fingers again. She can’t quite manage a firm, bitchy tone with my tongue inside her, but she does a damn good job of trying. “Orpheus.”
“Yes?” I can’t see his face, but his voice has changed, deepened, gone rougher with need.
“Be a good boy and clean Charon’s cock for me.”
I have half a mind to turn her around so she can see him, but she reaches down and digs a hand into my hair, guiding my mouth up to her clit. Fuck, but I love her like this, riding my mouth and holding me to her as if she doesn’t care if I suffocate. Good girl, take your pleasure. You deserve it.
I’m so focused on her, I almost forget her command to Orpheus. Or at least I do until his hands touch my thighs almost tentatively, a gentle pressure guiding me to spread for him. I expect… I don’t know what I expect. For him to go after my cock like it’s a chore to be suffered through. I should have known better. I saw how he cleaned my kitchen, after all. His mouth descending my length feels just like that looked.