Book Seven: Chapter 65

“Gods, this feels so good. You feel so good.” She clutched him so tight that he tilted his head downward between her breasts to be able to breathe. “Sometimes I wish we could do this all day.”

“You’d have competition,” he mumbled from within her breasts. Though the women of the house typically got along, there would absolutely be grumbling if one of them found a way to occupy him for an entire day. He had even taken to keeping a calendar with reminders to himself to avoid neglecting anyone for long amounts of time. His magic helped him, too, cluing him in when someone was feeling lonely.

He fucked her for another few minutes this way, then dropped his hands to her thighs and squeezed them. Leaning back, he allowed Qutezalli to ride him properly, her hands pressing into his hips and stomach as she created enough friction between the two of them to stimulate her clitoris.

“Oh, gods, oh gods, oh...wait! Wait wait wait wait wait!” Quetzalli was shivering now, her face