Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

her lips, then leaned back, guiding my face down to her pussy. I proceeded with pleasure, bringing her to a second orgasm as the other two watched, their hands caressing my back and ass, one moving to my balls and then back up. I didn’t stop, and Red squirmed again, then let out one long, drawn-out moan before finally pulling me away, smiling with eyes that were full of pleasure and surprise.

“Come on,” Elisa said, helping me to stand. “I want to finish a painting, and get Red in there.”

“Um…” Red started, but then she shrugged. “Why the fuck not, right?”

We grabbed our clothes, made our way to the room and then continued it in there, kissing and caressing each other—me, Red, and Pucky, as Elisa stood at the canvas painting us, one hand running along her body the entire time. Watching her paint was almost as erotic as what we were doing. When we were done she returned to the bed, joining us so that we were all sprawled out together. My cock was tingling in bliss, my mouth was numb and my tongue was tired. But it was perfection.

Whatever came next with my training and search for King Arthur, I was ready. In fact, it didn’t worry me at all, because I had my ladies.

That motherfucker didn’t stand a chance. When the moment finally came, I’d be ready to kill King Arthur.

BOOK 2: Dark Legends

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Something moved, interrupting my dreams of Red with her peach of an ass pushed up against me, imagining what it would feel like when she was finally ready to go all the way. I’d been just about to slide in, the tip already moving up against her thighs, preparing to find the opening.

Not the best time to interrupt a dream, and not the best dream to interrupt.

Then again, something moved and it was under the sheets. Open air on my cock, something wet around it. Red’s pussy?

I opened my eyes, just barely, worried it was still a dream and I’d frighten it away. The sight was confusing at first, until my mind was able to process the image of Pucky there, her horns pointed my way as she bent over my cock, washing it with a cloth from a small Tupperware container of water.

“First time I’ve been woken up with a cock sponge bath,” I said with a laugh, then squirmed as some of the water dripped down to my balls.

She grinned up at me, then lost the smile. “Wait… would it be your first time getting woken up by a blowjob?”

“Yes,” I replied, not even having to think about it. As sad as it was, I could count the number of times I’d received blowjobs before meeting these Myths, and that number was definitely less than the number since meeting them. “Though, since I’m awake now, I’m not totally sure this counts.”

She arched an eyebrow as she put aside her Tupperware container and towel, then took another, drying first my balls and then my cock.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

“What?”

“Just shut up and sleep.”

I was about to argue and point out that I was already awake, but realized how totally stupid that would be. Closing my eyes, doing my best to be asleep, I waited.

A gentle caress of a tongue, barely there, met my cock at its base and worked up to just below the tip, then licked across the base of the head. She laughed and I opened my eyes, a shiver running through me.

“Good morning,” I said, and then clutched the sheets as she wrapped her mouth around my cock and moved her head down on it—she couldn’t quite get all the way, but in good fun mumbled a “Good morning back” with it in there, before pulling back and starting to move a hand along my shaft with her mouth going up and down.

Best way to wake up ever.

It wasn’t as action-packed as some of our fun times, me still clearing my head, not fully awake. But for her part, everything was where it needed to be. She had a hand on my balls, massaging them as she ran her other hand along my lower shaft and took the rest in her mouth, bobbing up and down. Her hand twisted with the motion and she took a moment to jerk me off, tongue out as she slid my cock around on it. My chest clenched and I moaned, rocking my hips into the motion as she went back in, wrapping her lips around my tip and then pulling it back into her mouth as she grabbed my ass with both hands and kept moving me, rocking me, as her head moved up and down.

Her horns lit up and an extra level of warmth crept through me, similar to what you get from certain types of massage oil. She came up for air and then took me in both hands for a few strokes, staring at it as if she were creating a work of art and each pump was another act of her creation. When my breathing was hot and heavy, she slowed, went back for the balls, and then took me in her mouth again to finish me off.

Who needed coffee with this to wake up to? As I thrust my hips up and the tingling bliss took hold, my mind rushed through flashbacks of all the images of making love to her and the others since I fell into this crazy adventure. I felt alive, ready to take on the world.

Her eyes were curved with mischief as she took the last drop, swirling her tongue around my tip like an ice cream, watching me.

I didn’t move for a long moment, then suddenly sprang up, rolling over to flip Pucky onto her back. “Your turn.”

“Are you kidding me?” She swatted my hand away from her pants. “First thing in the morning, I still need a shower. Maybe a candle bath.”

“You just did me, so it’s my