Page 163 of Caution to the Wind

“That’s a girl,” he murmured before diving in like a starving man at feast.

He was ravenous, sucking at my pussy lips, fucking me with his tongue, circling my rim again and again before piercing it with his tongue in a way that made my knees give out. Thankfully, his big hands propped me up, and he only growled into my pussy, eating me with even more vigor. I was muttering his name over and over as he added one finger and then two into my achingly empty channel. I reached back to clutch at his hair and haul him tighter to my folds, loving the scrape of his beard on my inner thighs in contrast to his soft, wet, wicked tongue and lips.

Just when I thought I would spiral into the abysses, Axe-Man bit the inside of my thigh and circled his thumb once over my asshole before sinking it smoothly inside.

“Henning,” I shouted, slamming the tiled wall with my fist as I came apart around his tongue and fingers, sliding on the wet floor as my knees gave way, and he was forced to pin me to the wall as he fucked me through my orgasm.

“Holy shit,” I panted when I found my voice again.

Axe-Man surged to his feet, absolutely drenched, his tee plastered to every defined, bulky, and delicious inch of him, his hair gone to flaxen gold in the wet.

He was like something from ancient times, a Viking marauder come to plunder me. And I was only too willing to surrender.

I leapt into his arms the moment he stepped toward me, locking my legs around his waist so I could have my hands to wrench his tee over his head. Axe-Man held him, shucking it to the ground behind us. I reached between us to undo his zipper and pull his thick cock out from the gap in his boxers.

“Need you in me now, Henning,” I demanded against his mouth.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He pressed me to the now warm tile wall by a hand in my sternum, the other cradled under my ass as he watched himself notch his cock against my cunt and slowly push inside.

Once he was rooted deep, he ground closer and sealed my mouth in a wet, filthy kiss that stole my breath from me.

“Gonna fuck you hard, Rocky,” he promised darkly, pulling out to his tip and then shuttling back inside me so hard my vision exploded in sparks and pinwheels of pleasure.

“Please,” I begged, curling my fingers into his shoulders, scraping with my nails because I knew he liked a little pain too.

He drilled me into the wall, the warm rain shower creating a soft symphony in the close, dark enclosure of the shower, punctuated by his lavish praise of my sweet tits, my pretty pussy, my hot, lush mouth. For a man who didn’t talk that much, he was vocal as hell and so fucking filthy with his words when he was inside me.

I could not complain.

Instead, I groaned and whimpered as he gripped my ass and pulled me on and off his cock, arms corded and bulging with the effort, abs contracting in a way that made my mouth dry despite the water all around me.

An orgasm barreled down on me almost viciously, panic curling around the pleasure.

“I can’t, I can’t…” I panted, struggling against the dark tide.

“You can and you will,” Axe-Man growled, before fixing his teeth to the junction of my neck and shoulder to bite into mehard.

I broke apart under that hold, thrashing on his cock, trying to escape the feral beauty of the climax, but he wouldn’t let me go, pumping me full of his thick cock again and again until he came with a muted roar, his hot seed flooding me and spilling out down my thighs.

“Better than I ever could have dreamed,” I whispered as I floated in the giddy aftermath, wet and plastered to him.

“Better than I deserve,” he whispered back, smoothing a big hand down my hair as he turned off the shower and hauled me out into the bathroom with a grunt. “But I’ve never been afraid of hard work, and I’ll work to deserve you.”

“Henning.”

“Rocky,” he countered, setting me on the counter to grab a towel.

He proceeded to dry every inch of me like I was precious. My feet and between my toes, my legs and my swollen pussy, my belly and the divot of my naval, even my hair he bundled gently into the towel to squeeze dry.

“I know you got a low opinion of yourself,” he told me when he was done drying me and tossed the towel into the other sink so he could cup my face in his rough hands. “But your brain goes there, you gotta remember that there’s never been a moment, even when I thought I hated you, that I didn’t admire your spirit. You’re the most loyal, lovin’, and sacrificin’ person I know, and your beauty and worth have got everythin’ to do with that and nothin’ to do with your exquisite fuckin’ face. But that doesn’t hurt either.”

I laughed a little wetly and let him drag me back into his arms, tossing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass as he stalked into his bedroom.

“Henning!” I protested. “You’re still soaking wet.”

“You can lick me off with your tongue for round two,” he declared before tossing me on the bed.

I was still laughing when he crawled between my thighs and ate it out of my mouth.