Ethan chuckled. “I’m not just going to fuck you, Millie,” he said, lowering himself between my legs. “I’m going to make youbegfor me to fuck you.”
I’d never had a guy eat me out before. It hadn’t really appealed to me. But from the moment Ethan’s tongue flicked my clit and gave it a teasing swirl, I was locked in and begging for more.
“Oh!” I involuntarily ejected, squirming as he added pressure with that skilled appendage of his. Goosebumps immediately erupted along every square inch of my skin as I writhed uncontrollably. “That’s so good! Don’t stop!”
“I have no intention of stopping, Princess. I’ve only just begun,” Ethan assured me, as he continued to lathe and work the swollen nub between my weeping folds.
It took an embarrassingly short time for the man to bring me to the brink of orgasm. My breath quickened, my body tightened, and my thighs began to quiver like an overheated motor as I reached the mountaintop.
Fingers threaded through Ethan’s thick hair, I began to literally hump my pussy into the man’s already drenched face as he groaned appreciatively.
“Fuck, that’s so good, Ethan. I can’t hold out,” I warned, bucking and twisting as he anchored my hips in place with his large, rough hands.
Ethan paused as he added a finger, tickling some magical spot in the front of my pussy. “Then don’t. Come for me, Millie. Come for your alpha.”
He began to roughly spear me with that slippery digit, simulating what his cock was about to do in short order. I didn’t know what he meant by calling himself my “alpha” and I didn’t care. Once he gave me permission to cum, I popped off like the cap of a soda bottle after being shaken too many times.
Squeezing every muscle in my body, I shouted, “I’m coming!” as if he couldn’t tell by the way I was crushing him between my legs like a human vice grip.
In full animal mode now, my body took over. Skin flushing, muscles clenching, teeth gnashing, slick flowing, I broke. Clenching down as I rode the waves of euphoria, I growled possessively around my mate as I boxed his ears between my thighs, bucking like I belonged in the rodeo and not Ethan’s bed as a civilized woman.
Mate. I didn’t even stop to wonder where that term had come from. It had simply sounded right, and I wasn’t fighting it. Ethan was my mate. My one and only. The man I’d been waiting for my whole life. Some things didn’t need explanations. The feeling itself was explanation enough.
Ethan didn’t let me rest in my post-orgasm high for long. He continued to assault that nub hidden within the folds of my sex held me captive and was the epicenter of all my bliss. Over and over, he elicited screams of pleasure from my mouth and nonsensical shouts of from my now raw throat.
Wrung out like an old dish towel after the fifth—or was it my sixth?—orgasm, I laid limply in a pool of sweat and slick. I’d never been so exhausted and pleased at any other time in my life.
Sitting proudly back on his haunches, Ethan wiped my copious juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s the most beautiful sight in the world,” he spoke reverently. Fisting his cock, he pumped it hard, causing a spurt of thick cream to pearl at the slit. “I could gaze upon your pleasured face every day for the rest of my life, Mate.”
Just like me, Ethan had recognized our intense connection, too. The tension. The need. The longing for a purposegreater than ourselves. I’d never been a religious person, but this moment felt like the closest thing to the divine I’d ever experienced.
Crawling over my sated form, Ethan rubbed the tip of his cock along the crease of my creamy pussy. The fleshy head felt hard, but spongy, against the untried barrier.
“Are you ready, Millie?” Ethan checked, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he employed all of his self-control not to simply ram home within the comfort of my wet, warm sheath.
Summoning my inner strength, I looped my legs around his waist. When I nudged his fat cockhead a half an inch inside of me, the move caused him to hiss with sheer pleasure.
“I’m ready, Mate,” I answered after a blissful moan of my own.
I had a flash of a thought that I should tell him I was a virgin, but he was already pressing his hips forward and that delicious act stole all my attention.
“Fuck, Millie, you’re so God damned tight. It’s like you’re a…,” before he could finish his thought, I felt the burn and stretch that must have been my hymen tearing against the blunt, thick head of his cock.
There was a lightening sharp flash of pain as the delicate membrane finally gave way under the immense pressure. I issued a quick yelp as the shock crested over me. Clamping my legs against Ethan’s waist, I tried to slow down his entry, but to no avail. Snapping his hips forward as he was speaking, he thrust past my virginity and slid balls deep inside of me.
Crying out, I tried to shove Ethan back. I was too impossibly full and felt like I was about to burst if he didn’t give me some space. I couldn’t take being this crammed. Despite my earlier confidence, my body couldn’t handle it.
Ethan’s gaze collided with my panicked eyes when he realized why I’d been so tight. “Oh, Millie. Why didn’t you tell me?”
My eyes filled with damning tears, but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. What would I even say? I couldn’t imagine letting anyone else other than you touch me? I didn’t want Ethan to think I was a silly girl with dreams of things that could never be. After all, I doubt he’d been celibate all these years waiting on me to come of age to finally express his love for me like I had him. That would have been weird, not to mention hella inappropriate.
When my bottom lip trembled, Ethan lowered his head to place a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon caught fire and consumed us both. His tongue slipped beyond the seam of my mouth. Soon, the pain was forgotten and I began to move experimentally. The feeling, though intense, was also delightful. The more I squirmed beneath him, the more friction I craved.
Ethan issued a low growl. I didn’t need to be a ware to understand what he was telling me. Go slow. Don’t rush him. Don’t force it. But I wasn’t interested in going slow. The faster, the better.
When I felt like I was about to scream with frustration, Ethan began to stroke slowly. There were twinges of discomfort at first, but that soon gave way to pure bliss as my body accepted his. Knowing its role well, it produced copious amounts of slick to allow Ethan’s cock to move freely.
“Good little omega. Get that pussy nice and slippery for me,” Ethan purred, and my core obeyed, producing even more of the creamy substance at his dirty praise.
