Chapter 73. Virgin King

Rhys POV

We lay on the floor—or rather, Red Streaks lay on me while I absorbed the cold on her behalf. Her hands were restless, either running through the curly hair on my chest or slipping below my waist.

We had fucked thrice, and yet her warm fingers provoked another hard-on when they tickled the underside of my soft cock. I snatched her hand by the wrist and replaced it on my heaving chest.

“Exhausted?” she teased me mercilessly, biting down on her full lower lip. She was stalling, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“We need to talk, Venus,” I regretted saying, and her roaming hands stopped. She sat up, straddling me and resting her ass on my already growing dick. I knew what she was doing, and I fought the desire to guide myself back into her pussy and forget about talking.

But the