A Taste of Greek (Out of Olympus #3) by Tina Folsom, Cynthia Cooke

now.
    “Oh, sorry, I almost forgot.”
    He released her legs and rushed to the bedside table. By the time he reached it, he’d already made a package of condoms appear in its top drawer. Impatiently, he took one and sheathed himself. Then he was back, resuming his previous position.
    “Where were we?” He paused. “Oh, yeah. That’s where we were.” He plunged inside her with one stroke, seating himself to the hilt.
    Then he pulled out of her almost completely, only to thrust back into her, relishing the tightness of her moist channel. She felt like silk.
    His body took over. His mind went blank. All he could do was drive into her again and again, slamming his iron-hard cock into her soft pussy, while her ankles rested on his shoulders, allowing him to fuck her hard and fast.
    He watched her boobs bounce with every thrust, up and down, side-to-side, the nipples remaining rock hard, just as hard as his cock inside her. His balls slapped against her flesh, each impact sending electrical shocks through his entire body. And with each plunge into her, he edged closer to his release. He tried to hold it back, to make it last. But he knew he would lose that fight too soon.
    But he wouldn’t let it happen, not until he’d given her the ultimate pleasure. Releasing one of her legs, he reached for her pussy and slid his finger through her curls. He drew up moisture from her wet folds and found the little bundle of nerves that was hidden at the base of her curls. He stroked over it, making her cry out instantly. Yes, he knew exactly what she needed now.
    “Easy, baby. I’ll give you what you need,” he promised, and continued his sensual onslaught on her clit, caressing it in a slow circular motion, then increasing his tempo, matching it to her breathing.
    “Oh, God, yes,” she cried out again.
    “Yes, baby, come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me hard when you come,” he urged her, relentlessly rubbing his finger over her clit, while he continued plunging into her.
    He clenched his jaw, biting back his impending release, the cords in his neck straining, his whole body hardening.
    “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed.
    And then finally, he felt the spasms that indicated her climax, the shudders that went through her as she thrashed underneath him. With a groan, he thrust deeper into her, allowing his body to take over. He wanted her, all of her. To possess her, to take care of her. To pleasure her again and again, not just this once.
    The force of his climax took him by surprise. His entire body felt as if he were exploding into a thousand pieces. Pleasure speared through him. And lust surged higher when his seed burst from him and filled her.
    “Oh baby!” he murmured, lowering himself onto her.
    He sank his head into the crook of her neck, breathing hard. He’d never known such satisfaction, such utter bliss, but it wouldn’t change anything for him. Soon, he’d disentangle himself from Penny and go his separate way.
    He was a confirmed bachelor, and he would remain one, if only to spite Zeus.
     

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    Hermes stood behind Penny, enjoying the slight sweep of Penny’s neck, as he took her shawl, his fingers running across her shoulder blades, one after another. He leaned in to smell her perfume—sweet, exotic, intoxicating. She shivered at his touch and turned to him, her pupils dilating, her lips parting. Why was she dressed again? Strange. Hadn’t he just ripped the clothes from her body? Hadn’t he just fucked her until they were both senseless?
    He leaned forward and felt her breath quickening, her lips parting. She twined her arms around his neck, her soft mewling noises filling the air. He tasted her heat, her need. She moaned, the sound coming from deep inside her.
    “Penny, my sweet Penny,” he murmured.
    A loud chirp filled the room. He opened his eyes. A bird was perched on the ceiling fan above him, staring down. Chirping. What in Hades? He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and looked toward the