Sun God Seeks…Surrogate? (Accidentally Yours #3)(54)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“Are you using your voice on me?”

“No. But I will if you do not obey.”

“You wouldn’t.” Part of me was shocked, but another part was turned on, a reaction that startled me.

“I’m a greedy god, Penelope, with little pleasures in life. And when I want something, I get it. Right now, I want to experience what your body feels when it comes, thinking of me.”

I’m human, so I couldn’t claim I’d never done…that. But this felt very awkward. “I—I can’t. It’s too—”

“I can feel the deep, gnawing tension between your legs. The moist heat. Your body preparing to take me inside. Give your body what it wants, Penelope. Give me what I want.”

I did want it. But I wanted it with him. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me and his thick shaft stroking me deep inside.

But to touch myself like this? With him witnessing? Feeling?

Do it Pen. Think of it like phone sex. But without the phone.

Ugh! I can’t, it’s too weird.

“I’m going to finish my shower.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “That is an excellent idea. Start by washing your br**sts. Slowly.”

I could scarcely hear him, but if we’d been face-to-face, I would have guessed he was on the brink of erupting. Each note in his voice was loaded with tension. Hard. Raw. Primal.

Knowing I could do that to him was quite possibly the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced.

The blood rushed to sensitive flesh between my thighs and deep inside. My hand trembled.

Then again, what’s one more weird thing to add to the list of recent activities and events?

“I need to pretend you’re with me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, but I am. There is no pretending. I can feel everything you feel. Everything you touch feels as though I were touching it myself. Now cup your br**sts.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes and imagined my hands were his.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Your br**sts are so firm and luscious. Pinch your ni**les.”

“But—”

“Do it.”

I let out a breath and then obeyed. What if this was all we’d ever have. Me and…me? With him as the tactile voyeur?

Don’t think about that now.

I pictured his rough, large hands cradling my br**sts, massaging and pinching my aching, hard ni**les. It felt incredible.

Yes. He’d been right. My body needed this. Knowing he felt my pleasure was…

A tiny moan left my mouth.

“The things I will do to you once I am whole again.”

“Tell me,” I whispered.

His voice slow and rough, he began whispering as if we were in a crowded, dimly lit bar, his intimate words for my ears only. “First, my sweet woman, I will intimately explore your body with my lips and hands while I strip away your clothing. Not a single inch of your silky skin will go untouched. I will worship you. I will savor you. I will leisurely stroke your heat and prepare your body to receive me. And once you are fully aroused, slick around my fingers and nearly at the point of coming, I will thrust your legs apart and lay myself over you. I will gaze into your eyes and watch with pleasure as I plunge my hard c**k deep inside.”

A sharp hiss of air left my lungs. I could practically feel his breath on my ear as he whispered every intimate word.

“I will push you to the brink of pain and pleasure, to a point so intense that nothing in this world will exist apart from the act of me taking you, of my hard flesh pumping and stroking you intimately. And just when you’re about to fall over the edge, your body a coiled mass of tension on the cusp of finding euphoria, I will pull out. Slowly. I will make you wait. I will make you beg for my c**k to complete you.”

“Like I imagined it in my dreams,” I said quietly. He would relentlessly work his shaft in and out like a man who had all the time in the world, yet with an insatiable, sexual thirst. Again and again he would drive me so close, my body sweaty and tense as his hard rippling abs glided over me, his thick arms wrapped possessively around my torso to lift and hold me in place as he pounded until I was ready to explode. Suddenly, in this dream, he would pull out, leaving me panting and needy. Then he’d say, “Tell me what you want, Penelope.”

“You,” I replied.

“Tell me what you really want.” He’d grip his large, velvety hard c**k and slide it between my slick, hot folds, slowly moving back and forth, teasing me with every thick inch.

“I want you inside me. To make me come,” I’d finally beg.

“Tell me how,” he’d say and then nudge his tip inside just an inch. Just enough so that I could feel his heat and thickness, but not receive the sweet, exquisite pleasure and pain of his enormous shaft filling me.

“Hard,” I’d answer.

And with those words he’d slam into me and plunge deep inside one last time. He would roar my name as he exploded.

And the heat…Although it was a dream, I shivered every time I thought about it. His liquid heat was like a drug. Every time he thrust and poured himself into me with hot eruptions, I orgasmed. Again and again. Until my body felt as though it would burst into flames.

And just when I could take no more, he would flip me over and begin the dance again, starting with a trail of kisses down the column of my spine, over my ass and hips. By the time he’d lave every square inch of my body, I was so worked up that all I could think of was getting him inside me once again.

Just like now.

Eyes clenched tightly, the pulsating jets hammered away on my back, I swallowed hard.

“I can feel it,” he said. “You’re so close. Think of me bending you over and sliding my c**k deep inside you.”

“Yes,” I panted.

“And I will, my sweet Penelope. Soon. I will make your body shudder beneath mine. I will keep you wet and quivering for a solid week. You know I can.” His breathing was heavy and rhythmic, matching mine.

“Yes. I know,” I panted.

“Do it. Touch yourself. See me inside you.”

Thinking of him, I was so close that a feather could brush against my swollen bud and I’d orgasm. This felt so wrong. So good. So erotic.

As the hot water pounded my skin, my hand slid down and my finger pressed. But it wasn’t me, it was his pulsing hot erection. It was Kinich teasing and pushing my most intimate spot, asking me to beg for his final thrust.

“Oh gods, Penelope. You are so close. I feel it. Your body tensing. It feels so good. Yes, Penelope. Do not stop. Yes,” he panted in time with the strokes of my finger.