Hades continued kissing on her neck, going in for a bite of it. They expected it already, but it still caught her off guard. She lifted her jaw higher, without a word, giving him space to do what he wanted with it. It was much rougher than the girls’ who had done it before. And truth be told, Hera liked pain. Sober or not, the stress of it was exhilirating, and besides from being an emotional sadist for years, you couldn’t deny that you saw some masochistic tendencies when you looked at Hera. She just didn’t know it applied here, too.
He went a little harder on her n^pples, too, grazing his teeth against the ball in the center so lightly, and then tugging it with his teeth. He knew exactly how to mix gentle with rough, it was impressive. And it felt so good, but before she could speak they were kissing again. If you could call it kissing still, that was, the way he tasted her so carnivorously, with the bloodthirst of a monster escaped from his cage. They could hardly catch their breaths between each touch, and she finally moaned. So quietly; a whisper only meant for him to hear. It sounded like a cry for help, but she didn’t want to be saved.
He picked her up around his waist and she felt him under her, his d^ck so hard under his pants, she wondered what it could feel like inside her. The two of them ran off to a nearby bedroom, leaving all her clothes on the floor of that room, and locking the door shut before he dropped her onto the bed. Hera watched him take his shirt at the foot of the bed, and then climb over to hover on top of her as he spoke. “Trust me, I don’t need a warning to know that,” she smiled, teasing as she lifted her head to whisper in his ear. “And who said I didn’t like it rough?”
Then she laid down, her hair sprawling across the mattress and gave him that same evil smile. Most of her clothes were already off, so she just pushed her panties to the side, putting her hands down to her pussy and swirling her finger in circles around her cl!t. He never struck her for a missionary kind of guy, but they were awfully close now, and she knew it wouldn’t only be one round. She wondered how many other girls he had brought into a room like this, because he clearly had experience, maybe as much as she did. Still, she probably beat him. She even slept with the biggest b^tch at school, would he do that? --Hera realized they had spent an awful lot of time staring. That was the thing about this position, it was more intimate than she liked it to be, but she was drunk, and becoming increasingly lonely. His company was nice. Would she let him know that though? No. Instead, she moved her wet hand to the top of his pants, undoing the button and taking the zipper down as she felt his d^ck begging her to keep undressing him.