While she hadn’t seen all that many cocks, Samantha noted Lugal’s hadn’t been circumcised. It was the first one she’d seen like that. She liked the way it looked. And she liked the way it felt even better as she closed her hand around his erection. Like warm flesh over forged steel.
Lugal’s head fell back as he groaned. It was a long, tremulous, ravenous sound that rumbled up from deep within his chest.
“So very long,” he whispered, “since I have felt a woman’s touch at my cock.”
“Me too,” Samantha said. “Since I’ve had sex, I mean. It’s been a few years.”
“It’s been more than a century for me,” Lugal offered, sifting his fingers through her hair as she played with his cock, examining it thoroughly.
The more she handled it, the larger it grew. Samantha glanced up at his face. His gaze was so heated, so famished. And so obviously pleased at the rapt attention of her fingers.
“I am glad you are the woman to break my abstention, little one.”
“I am too. While you’re pleasuring me, I’ll be pleasuring you right back,” she said with a come-hither smile. She eased herself flat on her back and wiggled her fingers in invitation. “Come on, Aladdin.” Her gaze zeroed in on Lugal’s colossal cock. “Let me rub that big, magic lamp of yours between my thighs.”
Samantha was nearly giddy with arousal. She’d never acted so incredibly bold, so brazen, so openly wanton before.
Of course, she’d never been on the verge of fucking a genie before, either.
“I am not sure what that means,” Lugal said, climbing on the bed and grinning down at her. “But I like the way it sounds.”
Lowering his head, Lugal’s tongue lashed out. With one fierce, startling lick across her primed clitoris, Samantha Rutledge was a gonner.
Chapter Five
“You have good lungs,” Lugal said, clasping Samantha to him as she shuddered in his arms. “I do not like weak, lilting flowers. I like my women big, bold and feisty.”
“I can’t believe I’ve come twice already since you popped out of that bottle. And both times in the blink of an eye. Believe it or not, Lugal, I’m usually not the kind of woman who…” She sighed. “Who just hops into bed with every good looking genie who comes along.”
“I know that.” His tongue darted out, licking across her lips like a cat lapping at cream. “I have been with enough women to know you are virtuous, Samantha. It is clear your carnal experience and knowledge are limited, quite unlike that of a concubine or common harlot.”
“That’s an understatement.” Samantha thought of how little she really knew about sex. In the past it had usually consisted of a few passionate kisses and maybe a pluck or two of the nipples before the guy got to the penis in, penis out part. Then it was all done except for the snoring.
“You are ripe with orgasms and eager for the feel of my cock thrusting inside you because you find me irresistible,” Lugal said, smoothing her hair from her face and kissing her temple. “It is understandable, even for the most virtuous of women.”
“I guess self-esteem isn’t an issue with you.” Samantha gave a lazy, sated chuckle. “Are you always so confident?”
“I do not believe in false modesty.”
Samantha found herself tossed flat on her back, thighs spread wide. Lugal gathered her wrists in his hands, raising them to his lips. He brushed a tender kiss across her knuckles and another on the sensitive skin of her inner wrists. Pressing her captured wrists over her head and against the pillows, he easily immobilized them with one strong hand.
Lugal hunched over her, clearly ready to thrust.
“Lugal, you really have to stop tossing me around like I was a—”
One mighty thrust of his cock into her depths shut Samantha right up.
“Holy shit.” She clutched the pillowcase and panted. She had a bronzed sun god crouching over her. Holding her captive. Buried inside her. And just the thought of it, the sight of it, much less the exquisite feel of it, had her on the brink of yet another explosive orgasm.
God, she was easy.
“Holy shit…another odd saying,” Lugal noted. “But I can see from the expression of rapture on your face that it is positive.”
“In this case, yes. My God, I can’t believe you just did that. You’re so big I thought you’d never fit inside.”
Lugal inched his cock a fraction deeper. “I am just beginning. There is more of me to come. But, I assure you, Samantha, I will fit every centimeter inside your hot, wet, silken cunt.” Samantha moaned as she felt him sink deeper still.
Bliss. Being made love to by this great big, beautiful hunk of man was sheer, unadulterated bliss. She never wanted it to stop.
“Please, Lugal, let go of my wrists so I can touch you.”
“Ahhh, but you look so appealing secured in my grasp. So vulnerable. Your alabaster tits are thrust high and they bob to and fro as I thrust, beseeching me to bite their little berries.” Leaning in close, he gave her a tingling demonstration as his teeth teased one nipple and then the other. She writhed shamelessly beneath him, swimming in sweet, torturous sensations. “But, since I am but your slave, I shall obey your wishes.”
Not quite certain whether she was glad or if she regretted making the request, once he freed her wrists, Samantha reached up, digging her fingers into the flesh of his pectorals.
God, he felt good. And looked amazing. He had the fully developed, perfectly sculpted chest that made women drool. Just the right amount of dark hair across his chest, tapering off into a long, thin line down his body, bisecting a ripped washboard stomach. Then there were biceps. She clutched one and squeezed. Mmmm…satin padding stretched over solid rock.
Add to that the long, inky black hair, dark jaw stubble, sexy mouth, powerfully developed long legs and broad shoulders. The man was pure sex by the pound.
His eyes fixed on hers, Lugal pushed himself deeper, eliciting yet another blissful moan from deep within her center. Samantha’s thoughts were entirely focused on his magical cock now. She’d never been so filled. It was the first time she’d ever had a man’s naked cock buried inside. Sex without a condom barrier elevated the entire experience. But then, even with a condom, sex with this big barbarian would be a scintillating, breath-stealing experience.
“You are so tight inside, Samantha. The way your muscles clasp me, hug me, suck me deep, stirs my hunger. It is difficult for me to keep from thrusting all the way inside. But…” his breath grew raspy as he spoke, “it is not my intention to hurt you. You need time to adjust to my size.”
Fuck that, Samantha’s passion-fogged brain screamed. The hell with adjusting. She needed him all the way inside. Now!
“Thrust away, Lugal. I’m ready.”
Lugal’s eyes lit up. She didn’t have to tell him twice. Planting a hand on each of her breasts and squeezing, he buried himself to the hilt, balls deep.
They each cried out at once from the intensely pleasurable sensation. There was some initial discomfort as Samantha’s channel accommodated his size, but any pain was acutely diminished by rapture.
Best of all, Lugal’s cock was so big it easily managed to make contact with her G-spot, driving Samantha up the wall with untold ecstasy. He seemed to realize his cock abraded an especially sensitive area because Lugal lingered there, maneuvering his hips so that his cock shifted from side to side, with just enough movement to shred the barriers of her sanity.
“Holy cow…” she whispered, looking up at a man so exquisite, so supremely masculine, he’d make Hollywood casting directors drool.
Lugal’s eyebrows furrowed. “How curious that it is a religious icon of the people of India you speak of as I pleasure you.”
Samantha started to laugh at that until he withdrew and jack-hammered into her again.
Lost in a haze of bliss, she felt like the beautiful, hero-worthy heroine central to a magical fairytale, or a great romance novel, or maybe the all-time best romance movie.
“This can’t be real
,” she breathed, finding it impossible to remain still. “It’s too perfect, too incredible.” Awash in the most exquisite, wondrous state of eroticism, her body had no choice but to squirm.
With each purposeful pummel of his hot flesh into hers, with each glint of his bittersweet chocolate eyes, with every tick of his muscle groups, every impassioned groan he offered, she did her best to imprint the moment on her brain so she’d never forget.
“I know it is real,” Lugal said, “because every fiber of my being is alight with sensation. I am afire, Samantha. Burning with ardor for the passionate woman who thrashes beneath me.” One hand roamed the curves and contours of her body while the other focused on a nipple, twisting and tugging it.
The man showed no mercy as he tortured her sensitive nipples, propelling her senses to a place of pure, primal ecstasy. As pleasure zinged from nipple to clit, Samantha luxuriated in a primitive, lengthy moan.
“I have under me a sensual creature whose juicy cunt is a perfect match for my big cock. A woman whose bountiful breasts swell and blush for me.” Both of his skilled hands were busy at her breasts now. “Whose rigid, pink nipples beg for my mouth.” Lugal thrust into her high and hard before lowering his head and fastening his mouth on one of her breasts.
Samantha shuddered at the insistent tugging of his lips as he half suckled, half nibbled her breast. Under the bite of his teeth and the rasp of his fingers, the small buds burned and throbbed until she thought, surely, she’d go out of her mind.
She looked up into Lugal’s eyes, reaching out to touch his face. He leaned closer and she smoothed her fingers along his jaw. Damn, even the rough stubble there sent shivers down her spine.
“No man has ever made me feel this way before,” she admitted to him, her nerve-endings alive with vibrant, pulsing sensations. “Oh, God, Lugal, I’m close to shattering again.”
“As am I. You have eyes the color of lapis lazuli,” he whispered to her. “Keep them open as I bring you to climax.”
“What’s a lapis lazuli?” Samantha managed to get out before her senses fled.
“An opulent gem, highly favored by the people of my time. The color is deep blue with golden points of light that shimmer like little stars.”
“Oh. You say the nicest things, Lugal.” Her eyelids intuitively fluttered shut as the first orgasmic waves took hold.
“Open your eyes. I want to see the ecstasy in their depths as your essence journeys on lil to an.”
“Who are Lil and Ann?” Samantha panted, her eyes popping open wide.
“In my language, Sumerian, lil is the wind, the air. A breath, spirit, the atmosphere. An is what you would call heaven.” Lugal’s gaze intensified, darkened. “Now, Samantha. You will climax for me now,” he commanded, shoving into her with a twist of his hips.
And like a good little genie possessor, she promptly obeyed.
Before the last word of his edict passed his lips, a quivering Samantha was already on her way, whisked off by a rapturous gust. Climbing high, higher… Clasping his strong arms tight, she called out Lugal’s name and watched his face contort into a grimace of utmost pleasure. An instant before he roared out his satisfaction, she saw the fire in his eyes spark and she knew he had joined her on lil to an.
Feeling jet after pulsing jet of his hot cum fill her instead of a condom was the icing on the cake. A dreamy expression in his half-lidded eyes, he looked to be on the point of sated collapse and Samantha couldn’t wait to feel his big body blanket hers, crushing her in the best way possible.
At the sound of the doorbell chiming, Lugal stiffened and Samantha’s eyes grew wide.
The muscles in his jaw tensing, Lugal snapped to attention, hopping out of bed so fast Samantha could barely keep up with his movement. He grabbed the handle of his saber and she heard the screech of metal against metal as he drew it from its sheath.
“What is that noise, that strange music?”
“It’s just the doorbell,” Samantha explained. “Someone’s at the door. Visitors,” she clarified when he still looked uncertain. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. Six-thirty. “Although I have no idea who on earth it could be at this time of the evening. Probably somebody selling magazines or—”
All of a sudden, Samantha gasped. Scrambling to her knees, she shouted, “Oh my God, the kids are here!”
Lugal looked dumfounded. “Baby goats? From Kashmir? They visit you?”
“No! It’s Rosie and Charlie and the kids. Their children.”
“I do not understand? Do you mean your friend Rosie is a talking goat?”
“What?” Samantha gaped at him. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “No. Things haven’t changed that much, Lugal. I mean, this isn’t Oz, you know. It’s still Oregon.”
“Oz?”
“Yeah, you know, Dorothy and the wizard,” her hands flailed as she explained, “and the tin man and—” Lugal was giving her that clueless look again. “Oh…I forgot. Baum wrote those stories long after 1859.” She sighed. “Kids are human children, Lugal. It’s slang.”
“How curious I do not recall another time or place where human babes were referred to as animals.”
The term rug rats immediately skidded past Samantha’s thoughts, but she decided not to go there. “Oh, shit, what am I going to do? I can’t believe I forgot all about them coming.”
“That is because you were in the hands of an expert lover, being pleasured beyond your wildest expectations,” Lugal offered with a confident smile.
Samantha was all set to argue with the self-assured genie, but, seriously, how could she refute what the guy said? He was spot on. She’d totally forgotten her responsibilities because she was too busy getting supremely, sublimely fucked by a character out of a fairytale.
She blinked at the realization.
The doorbell rang again and then came the sound of knocking and the voices of the twins calling out. “Auntie Sam, Auntie Sam!”
“Ohmigod.” Samantha gulped, her mind racing as she looked at the gorgeous, naked barbarian next to her bed, saber securely in hand. He’d scare the bejeezus out of those poor kids, not to mention their mom and dad.
“You have to stay here while I answer the door, Lugal,” Samantha instructed, snagging her bathrobe from the hook behind the bedroom closet door and shrugging it on, yanking the belt tight to cover her nakedness. “Do not make a sound, I mean it. I’ll-I’ll tell them I suddenly came down with the flu and can’t baby-sit. Yeah…that’s it.”
Shoving her feet into her fluffy, pink bunny-head slippers, she called out, “Be right there!” punctuating her statement with a series of loud, faux coughs. She looked back at Lugal. “Put your clothes back on.”
“But I thought we would—”
“That’s an order.” Samantha scurried out of the bedroom and into the living room to answer the door.
She pulled it open and, with one look at her, Rosie and Charlie’s faces fell.
“Honey, are you okay?” Rosie asked. “Your face is all pink.” She clapped her hand to Samantha’s forehead. “You feel hot too.” Then Rosie smiled. “You’re either sick or you’ve been having some fun.” She winked and nudged Samantha with her elbow.
Samantha rolled her eyes. If Rosie only knew.
“It’s the flu. It came on all of a sudden. I-I was just going to call you, Rosie,” Samantha said, coughing again. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t watch the kids for you after all.” She looked down to where the twins had each clamped themselves on one of her legs. Samantha yanked the robe tighter to avoid any surprises.
Patting little Mandy and Kevin on their heads, she looked up at Rosie and her husband again and smiled. “I feel so bad. I know how much you guys need a night out.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Charlie said. “You just take care of yourself. We’ll do it another time.”
“Holy mackerel,” Rosie said, her eyes wide and her jaw slack.
“Whoa,” Charlie said, his eyes just as wide as he gawked.
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“Aladdin, Aladdin!” Mandy and Kevin shouted with glee, releasing their hold on Samantha’s legs.
Uh-oh.
Samantha knew damn well what she’d find when she turned around.
Sure enough, Lugal stood at the entrance to the living room, fully dressed with his saber sheathed at his side. Fists firmly planted at his hips, he looked fierce, foreboding and extremely lickable.
“Kids,” Rosie called. “Come back here.” Yanking on the sleeve of Samantha’s robe, Rosie slanted her a look of disbelief. “Who is that?”
“Oh good, you see him too,” Samantha said with a sigh of relief. She’d still had her doubts Lugal was real.
Rosie gave her a curious look. “Huh?”
“Um…he—” Samantha looked up at Charlie, whose gazed was fixed on Lugal. She decided it was probably best not to mention that the hunky guy in the balloon pants was her brand new lover, who claimed his mission was to keep her pleasured. “He’s a friend. Sort of.” Samantha shrugged.
Rosie looked Lugal up and down. And then she smiled. Actually, it was more of a shit-eating grin. “Why, Samantha Jane Rutledge, have you been holding out on me?”
“No! Well…” She cleared her throat. “Not exactly.” Samantha leaned over and whispered in Rosie’s ear. “He came out of the old perfume bottle I got at the estate sale in a big blue puff of smoke.”
“He what!?” Rosie screeched.
“What?” Charlie asked. “Is something wrong?”
Rosie gave Samantha an inquisitive glance. Samantha shook her head no, indicating all was well.
“No, Charlie,” she and Rosie chorused.
“Ah, so you are Rosie’s little goats,” Lugal said, squatting to greet the twins eye-to-eye. “You must not touch,” he cautioned Kevin when the little boy’s curious fingers reached out to touch the saber’s sheath. “It is not a toy,” Lugal explained.
Samantha was surprised to see her big barbarian seemingly so at ease with children. Her heart warmed as she saw the genuine smile Lugal gave them and the tender, almost parental, way in which he treated the three-year-olds.
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