Omens

“Divide and conquer,” said Thea. “An old and effective trick, but it won’t work here.”

“Why would you ever deny you have a mammoth-size cock?”

Keenan ground his teeth. God, she was off her fucking rocker.

She snickered. “Your blood pressure just shot up, didn’t it? Will it improve your mood if we play Park the Porpoise again?”

“Park the Porpoise?”

“You know … getting a hole in one, having a hot beef injection, burying the sausage, parting the red sea, going to the boneyard, mining with the meat shaft—”

“Enough, enough.” He sighed and looked up at the wall. “So this will be my life.”

“You’re excited, I can tell.”

His mouth hitched up. The thing was … she was right.

Standing upright, he grabbed her hips, yanked her closer, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Oh my, this seemed promising. She fisted the bedsheet as he lodged the broad tip of his cock in her pussy.

He licked his glistening lips. “You won’t come again until I’m ready for you to come.” He slammed home in a rough, aggressive thrust that shocked a gasp out of her, forcing his way past swollen muscles. “Love that you take all of me.”