He lifted my hips to slide his fingers over mine. I was so sensitive I wasn’t sure if I wanted more of his touch or less.
More. Definitely more.
“Was I slacking on the job? You need to come again, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I complained, squirming over his thick digits. Why were they so much better than my own? “Please, Roy.”
His lips brushed against my ear, his hot breath feathering against my neck. His cock nudged between my inner thighs while two fingers of his fingers sank into my slit, filling me. “You beg so nicely.”
His hand slipped from me, and I felt the broad head of him at my entrance. He didn’t tease me, didn’t hold off on giving me exactly what I wanted.
What I needed.
He thrust into me in one long, hard stroke. I moaned, clawed at the bedding. He groaned, holding himself still deep inside me.
Then, he moved.
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Fuck, she felt like heaven. Her sweet pussy clenching around me as if trying to milk the cum from my body. As if it knew that it needed to be filled. To be bred.
I growled because those thoughts were so feral, so fucking perfect, I was going to nut right then and there. One thrust, and I’d come.
I fucked her thoroughly, my hips rolling as I slapped my hips into her. Her ass jiggled each time.
But she didn’t even know I was her mate. She didn’t even know I was a shifter. There was no way she’d go for having a pup right now.
Now, I’d saturate her with pleasure. Get her addicted to my dick, as much as I couldn’t live without her pussy.
So I showed her what it would always be like between us. She’d know it was my job to pleasure her. I wouldn’t give her just one little orgasm. No, she’d come over and over again with me.
I’d pound her into the mattress.
She’d feel me for days.
I’d get her clit so sensitive that she’d whimper if she wore panties.
Okay, I wasn’t going to last. I couldn’t. Reaching around, I found her overworked clit again and gave it even more attention. This time, a pinch between my thumb and pointer finger.
“Roy!” she cried as she flung her head back.
Her walls rippled as she came, and there was no hope for me. I was lost in my mate. My fangs dropped, and I saw her bare neck, sweaty and with her dark hair sticking to it.
There. That was the spot.
I dropped forward, one hand by her head holding me up. I got closer to where my wolf wanted to bite.
Do it, my wolf begged. Mark her.
No!
Not like this. Not without her knowing.
But it will bond her to us forever.