Yes, my pretty little human. My Mate.
Slowly, she sank down on me, and fuck, the sensation was indescribable.
Each ridge of my cock disappeared inch by inch into her wet, tight cunt as I watched the pleasure-pain of the stretch on her face.
The tightness, the wetness, the heat—it was all overwhelming. I could feel every inch of her, the way her inner walls gripped me, the way her body responded to my intrusion. It was a sensation unlike any other, and I reveled in it.
As she settled fully on me, her body convulsed with another orgasm. This quirk of my biology was a fucking miracle because it meant I got to watch Stevie climax yet again.
This time, her inner muscles clamped down on me, milking my cock with a grip that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this perfection, but this time I wasn’t going to withdraw.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Such a good little human, taking my cock so well.”
When her eyes flashed open at my crudeness, my hands moved to her tits, marveling at the softness of the silk against her skin and the firmness of her nipples. I cupped them, squeezing gently through the almost-sheer material, and she moaned, her head falling back.
Yes.
I couldn’t help myself. I started to move, flexing my hips upward, thrusting into her delicious little cunt. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the full force of my cock. I did it again, and again, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us. This was the first time I’d truly moved inside her, thrusting, plunging, and it was fucking glorious.
My ridges rubbed against her inner walls, stroking every sensitive spot inside her. I could feel her body responding,her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips moving in time with mine as we found our rhythm.
“Take it,” I commanded, my hands roaming possessively over her body. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
She went wild, like she always did when I called her that. Stevie gripped my shirt as she rocked in time with my thrusts, her little tongue and metal stud sticking out from between her lips.
So serious. So tied up in this moment.
The lingerie made her look all wrapped up like a gift for me, and I intended to unwrap her fully. I slid my hands down her back, pushing the lace out of the way and squeezing her ass, feeling the softness of her skin against my palms. I moved my hands to her hips, guiding her movements, controlling the pace as we fucked.
My feet—one muscled, one titanium—were planted firmly on the floor as I thrust up into her, harder, faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her moans and my growls.
The sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her, the ridges adding an extra layer of friction, was almost too much to bear.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clitoris. I brushed the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. I watched her, my gaze locked on her face as she came undone.
My Mate’s lips parted, her eyes closed, and she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final surge, I thrust up into her, my cock pulsing as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I filled her, claiming her, owning her.
Mine mine mine.
She was mine, completely and utterly, and I was fucking hers.
Mate.
Her body trembled as she came down from her high, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her as I whispered praises and dirty words into her ear.
“That’s it, my good little slut,” I murmured. “You took my cock so well. You’re mine now, you know that? Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, mine to protect.”
She nodded, her breath warm against my neck. “Yes, Garrak,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “I’m yours.”
I grinned, satisfied. Finally, I’d claimed her as mine, and it was everything I’d ever wanted. She’d trusted me with her body, and I’d given her pleasure in return. It was a perfect exchange, a perfect moment.
Mate.
I stayed inside her, my cock still throbbing as her body continued to squeeze me. Vaguely, I noted the sensation of her hands touching and stroking my chest, as if shewere marking her territory. I didn’t mind; it felt good. Touching her and being touched was a language that meant we belonged to each other.
I reached up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb trailing lightly across her lips. She parted them slightly, allowing me to slip the pad of my thumb inside. She ran the tip her tongue over it, sending a shiver of indulgence down my spine.
