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Cupping her breasts, Law massaged, rubbing them, using them as leverage to pound harder into her ass.
“Oh, fuck… Master Law… fuck… please…”
Iris’ pleas drove his passion higher.He squeezed her breasts harder as he rode her and pulled harder on her breasts, pushing her upper body up, so he could kiss the back of her shoulder, biting and nipping her soft flesh.
Kneading her breasts, he pinched her already tortured nipples between his fingers before sliding his left hand down her stomach to her pussy.Iris cried out, writhing against him.Her hands wrapped around his neck, helping her hold her position as he fucked her ass and fingered her clit.The slick heat of her arousal coated his hand as her body moved against it, grinding against his palm and working her way up to orgasm.
Iris
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…
This was more than sex… this was primal.Law’s low growl in her ear as he ravaged her, his hands all over her body, his breath hot against her throat, teeth nipping at her shoulder… Iris was lost to the hot passion consuming both of them.
“Please…” Her voice came out on a sob as he rubbed harder against her throbbing clit.“Oh God, Law…”
Hot bliss exploded inside her in a fiery burst of rapture, and Iris cried out.She rode his hand as his cock thrust into her ass, filling her so deliciously while his fingers pushed into her pussy, sending her soaring as the filthy sensations rocked her core.
As the initial intensity of her orgasm wore off, Law’s arms moved away, and Iris fell forward, so she was bent over the bed again.She didn’t land on her elbows, though she tried, and her breasts flattened against the bed, her sensitized nipples rasping against the fabric.The sudden glut of new sensations and Law’s cock driving harder, deeper into her ass at this angle set off another, more intense orgasm.Iris screamed into the comforter as the overstimulation sent her soaring.
Her pleasure went on and on and on as Law’s cock dragged back and forth in her ass, every thrust sending her to new heights of dizzying pleasure and ecstatic pain.By the time he buried himself inside her, his own pleasure spurting and filling her, she was nearly insensible from the sexual overload.
Panting, Law fell on top of her, his body curved over hers, his cock firmly embedded in her ass.The sensual haze Iris saw the world through made their positions feel like the most cuddly, warm, wonderful place to be.
She closed her eyes, smiling, as their breathing and heart rates slowed.It was a perfect end to what could have been a really stressful day.
ChapterThirty-Six
Iris
The Renaissance Fair was everything Iris remembered.Even though she hadn’t been in years, it didn’t seem to have changed.It had permanent structures, which probably helped, but she was pretty sure all the shops in those structures were still the same, too.It was like stepping back in time, though not all the way back to the Renaissance.Just back to her childhood.
The only thing that really seemed to have changed were the acts.
Her head snapped around.
“Did that guy just say he needs a gag in his mouth?”Surely, she couldn’t have heard that correctly, but the audience laughing uproariously at the four-man music troupe on stage had definitely heard something funny.
Law glanced over.
“Possibly.Those are the Hooligans.They can get pretty raunchy.Come on, we have to get over to the joust, or we won’t be able to get seats.”Law tugged on her hand, and bemused, Iris followed.
They kept getting funny looks as they walked around, probably because Iris’ outfit resembled a tavern wench, the corset she’d borrowed from Angel pushing her boobs up like a shelf.Law was wearing monk’s robes.Yeah, a celibate monk, he was not, but it worked well with his bald head.She found it hilarious.Thankfully, he didn’t have to wear the sling any longer, so it didn’t detract from the look, making him appear very authentic… like a very naughty monk.It was like being at the club, except there were a lot of kids running around.
As they passed by one of the taverns, Law slowed.
“Did you want to grab a drink?”
It was the third or fourth time he’d asked, and Iris answered the same way she had the other times.
“No, I’m good.”She really was, but Law brought them to a halt, his brow furrowed.
“You don’t have to not drink because of me.”He faced her head-on, so she could see his expression clearly.“I hit a point a long time ago where being around people who are drinking is fine.”He gestured around at the festival goers, and Iris had to laugh because… yeah.
Dragging everyone with them, the first thing Asad and Connor had done was hit the first bar they’d come to and order oyster shooters.Iris had demurred there as well since she didn’t like raw oysters.
Part of the reason she wasn’t drinking was because of Law, but she also didn’t feel the need to or even want to.There were lots of things to do and see, and while she enjoyed having a drink when the occasion warranted it, she was just fine without.
“I hit a point in my life where I don’t need to drink to enjoy myself,” she replied, squeezing his hand.“I really am good.I’m having fun and don’t feel the need for a drink.It’s also hot as balls, and I’m a little worried about dehydration.Which… we should really check on the others when we meet back up with them.”
