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dreams to god (part 2)

[WARNING: Again, you have been warned of the steamy and sexual terms and themes in this chapter. If you want to skip, go right ahead]

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Previously...

I groan as she moans hard in my ear. I reach under - impatient - and pull her legs apart. I push aside her panties and feel her soaking, wet--

"Zeus! Wake the fuck up!"

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I groan loudly, with rage, as I get up to see my angry wife.

"Hera..." I greet her, my voice husky - laced with sleep.

"You have that thing, and we're late, so we have to go. NOW." I watch as her eyes form into slits, her arms crossed across her chest.

She's wearing a dress that reveals not too much but enough to make a god weak in the knees. It's this red dress that slits in the middle but has this big fat belt that covers things so it won't get messy. Its sleeves go down to her elbows until it flows out. It's tight on her, so it accentuates every curve on her body.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" her eyes wide - hinting at her curiosity.

I chuckle as I bring her closer to me, placing my hand on her lower back and placing her on my lap. She shuffles slightly so that she's straddling me. I sparkle my eyes at her, staring into her wondrous pools of grey.

"You look so beautiful today..." I murmur. My hands wander to her soft breast - squeezing it gently, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. She continues to watch me with her doe eyes, looking vulnerable and kind. I watch her reaction to me kneading her breast roughly, her hands tighten their grip on my shoulders, accidentally grinding against my bulging hard-on.

"Fuck...Hera..." I run my hands on her back, and tear her dress apart. She gasps and gently hits me on the shoulder.

I chuckle softly. My eyes shot open when she rubbed her wet, hot, pussy against my boxers.

She's nude. Down there. She's nude.

She smiles a small mischievous smile, bringing her hand up to my hair and tugging on the roots. She brings my head closer to her face, her lips inches from mine.

"Kiss me, honey," she whispers breathlessly.

I snake my hand behind her neck and pull her to me. She giggles into my mouth as I fall back onto the bed, receiving more friction from her body. Our lips move in sync, my tongue fighting battles against her. She continues to travel her hands to my waistband and take my boxers off.

I let out a small, raspy whine when she lifted her body off me to take them off. I gulp watching her glory - the red dress torn into tatters on the floor, her make-up smudged and her undergarments nowhere to be found.

"Fuck me..." I drawl out.

I watch her as she delicately places me inside of her. Gods, she is melting my insides. A flush of heat washes over me as I feel her clenching her pussy, tightening her grip on my dick.

"Oh fuck!" she hisses under her breath. As she lifts her ass up, going back down hard.

Our symphony of moans collides with each other, the loud claps of our skin touching, our bodies writhing against each other in harmony.

"Oh gods, I'm coming!" she cries out, her nails raking over my chest.

As I suddenly feel her clench, she moans out my name - my dick twitches as I release inside of her.