Charlotte bobbed on my dick, sucking and licking while she continued pumping me. The bed creaked softly, and the room filled with my harsh, panting breaths. She lapped at the sensitive underside of my shaft before dabbling her tongue around my crown. With another wicked look, she sucked at my slit, giving a moan of feminine satisfaction like sheadoredmy taste.
“Beck?” she asked after a moment, slipping her free hand under my balls and gently squeezing the heavy globes.
“Yeah, baby,” I managed, palming her head and trying not to thrust down her throat.
She planted a soft kiss on my glistening shaft. “I’m not going to break. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t want you to be gentle.”
I had her on her back before she finished the sentence, my hips wedged between her thighs and a roar trembling in my throat. Her hair fanned around her head in thick, red ribbons.
“Stay like that,” I ordered, the magic that made me alpha thick in my voice. “Legs wide, Charlotte. Arms above your head.”
Her teeth made little indentations in her lip as she obeyed, stretching her arms high so they rested on the pillow. She spread her thighs wider, her body lush and open. Her clit swelled from its sheath, the tiny nub shiny from my mouth and her desire. Her breasts trembled as she held position. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I leaned over and grabbed a condom from my nightstand.
“Before you ask,” I said, ripping it open with my teeth. “I’ve never needed this. You’re the first woman I’ve brought to my bedroom.”
A blush stained her cheeks, which was adorable considering she was splayed on my bed like a sinful feast.
“Are you sure it’s not expired?” she asked.
“I checked yesterday,” I said, rolling the latex down my shaft. “I’m an optimist.”
She laughed, the sound startled and joyful. I returned her smile as I settled back over her. Her laughter turned into a moan as I gripped my shaft and stroked my cockhead up and down her slit, coating my dick in her cream until slick, wetsmackslifted around the bed.
“I like that sound,” I rasped, dipping my head to suck at her nipples. I nipped and licked at one before moving to the other, and I swirled my tongue around the questing peak as I notched my dick against her entrance. “I like hearing how much this hot little pussy wants me.”
She spread her thighs even wider, and she dug her fingers into my shoulders as she lifted her hips. “Please…”
Gripping myself harder, I stirred her opening, raising more filthy, smacking sounds. “Please, what?”
Exasperation and lust warred in her eyes. “Please fuck me. Please, I can’t wait, I?—”
I thrust inside her, and her plea spun into a pleasured cry.
Mine joined it, a bellow ripping from my throat as her tight, wet heat wrapped around my shaft. Her slick walls squeezed me like a fist, her body adjusting like she was made for me.
She is, my bear murmured, the sentiment conveyed in a bright burst of color in my head. I pushed deeper, stretching Charlotte wider as I watched her face for any sign of discomfort. But she arched into me, thighs sprawled wide as she clung to my biceps.
“God, you’re perfect,” I groaned, bracing my weight on my forearms so I didn’t crush her.
She dug her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes glassy with lust. “You’re so deep…”
“Right where I want to be,” I said, withdrawing slightly before driving back inside. Her muscles clamped hard, and we groaned together as I began to thrust.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her pussy sucked at my cock, her heat searing me.
“Mine,” I growled, fucking her harder. Faster. Every thrust sent pleasure bolting down my spine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She tightened her thighs around my waist. “I’m yours. All yours.”
I pumped harder, and she threw her head back as she dug her nails into my shoulders. The sting drove my pleasure higher. The loud slap of my skin against hers echoed through the bedroom. Thrusting hard, I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.
“Beck,” she gasped, moving with me, her hips rolling. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could. As if I’d dream of it now that I’d found my mate. I was the luckiest bastard in the world, my woman’s cries in my ear and her searing pussy tight around my dick.
“Never,” I told her, nuzzling under her ear. “I’m going to make you come, Charlotte. Show me what this pussy can do. Let me feel it around my cock, sweetheart.” I worked a hand between our bodies and found her clit. Letting my bear off its leash, I turned my head and let the beast speak directly into her ear.
“Come for me, woman. Now.”
