She released a fresh wave of arousal and the excitement. Knowing that it was all for him pushed him into overdrive. Gunner pressed his hand back between her thighs, opening them. His fingers, re-wetting themselves with her dew, moved over her slick slit. Elodie’s legs parted and he moved to crouch between them. He reached up with his free hand and pulled her arms away from her breasts so he could see every part of her.So fucking beautiful. Nothing can stop me. Nothing will stop me. She’s mine.
It took more control than he thought he had to not fall upon her. To not stretch her tight cunt—a cunt that cried so beautifully for him—with his engorged cock. He could imagine it, almost feel her strangling him, as he leaned a little more over her. He pictured her begging as he shoved, one-by-one, every phallic item on his ship into her...except his cock.
Elodie leaned up on her elbows and wetted her lips and he knew she wanted to kiss him again. The look in her eyes was startling and it kept him somewhat grounded.
With his free hand he guided his tip to her core.By the gods.He groaned. The feel of her heat kissing the head of his dick threatened to push him over the edge. His heart thundered and the jackal cackled with more demonic, dark musings when she spread her legs wide open in preparation.
“Protection?” she asked, gazing up at him. Her arms slithered down to push lightly at his rocking hips.Keep the kisses coming.He could kiss her all day with his tip.
“We need protection!” she said again, louder this time.
Gunner grunted. “Not with me.”
Elodie tilted her head. “I can’t get pregnant. I can’t.” There was an edge to her voice.
Gunner pressed her back into the floor—dipping his tip in and out at her core—his lips quirking.
“You can’t. Can’t,” he teased. How much to divulge? “Not with me. I can pump you up with buckets of my seed and no child will ever take root.” He decided to be vague. The idea did hold some sway though. “Let me fuck you, Ely.” It was his turn to beg. He nudged his thick head a little further into her. “If you’re worried about what comes after or about being hurt, there’s no being in the goddamned universe that can touch you.” He moved over her to brush his lips across her cheek and over her jaw. “No one but me.”
The animal inside him howled in agreement but it prowled the edges of his control. It wanted to claim its mate. He just wanted to claim the moment. But the snarls were manic and frenzied in his head.
Elodie’s nails pierced the skin on his hips.
“So I won’t get knocked up from this—you?”
Is that really so bad?“No.”
Worry scrunched her features. “I just—”
“Just what?” He nudged his nose with hers.
She shook her head as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Just always have to be...cautious.”
He knew that. Regardless, he didn't like her words.Never with me.Gunner pressed his forehead against hers. “Not with me.”
A pent-up eternity ticked by as they stared at each other. But he knew the moment it was over when a soft moan escaped her lips and her hands stopped pushing him away and instead pulled him toward her.
Gunner placed a quick kiss on her lips before he reared up and moved his hands to hold the back of her knees, positioning himself so he could watch the moment he claimed her.
Elodie raised her arms above her head as his eyes dropped to where his cock was shallowly pistoning the entrance of her pussy.Mine.
He speared into her in one quick thrust, his shaft breaking the new territory of his mate.
She writhed against his conquest as a startled cry filled his ears. Her body fought his until it finally yielded. He had prepared her but knew the sudden onslaught and stretch would be a shock and he waited until the tension and strain left her muscles and her body gave way to his. Gunner waited until her whimpers were laced with his name and her core relaxed and adjusted to fit his cock: the biggest fucking gun of them all.
Me.
He began to move and she met him, the tempo rising as the heat of battle began anew. He recorded every microsecond of Ely succumbing to his beast.
He took and she gave. His hands shifted to clutch her waist as he readied to conquer. With thrusts that would send her sliding across the floor if he didn’t keep her securely under him.
“So fucking good,” Gunner hissed out again, grinding his hips flush against her, bottoming out, and lifting his eyes to her contorted face. “You’re so fucking exquisite and mine.” He reared over her again, taking her body with his in a rocking motion, losing himself in the moment.
They came together on the floor in a frenetic dance until he lost count of the time and her body clenching beneath his—until his own seed pooled on the metal floor.
Gunner nipped and kissed every inch of her, finding pleasure in stealing her breath while he drowned in her need for him. She was a well-loved husk, shivering under his frame where he could not only keep her trapped but also keep her warm.
He came again over her belly, her thighs, her chest, and he rubbed the musky scent of him into her flesh, half massaging, half-out-of-his-mind and doing whatever he could to penetrate her with his scent, his essence, hismark.
