He wanted to know whether I liked what he was doing or not. It had been a commonly repeated question of late, and I answered with ease, “Yes.”
“Good. I like it too.” Mindy didn’t waste any time and delved back in.
Strangling the sheets, I gasped. I wasn’t particularly loud when we had sex, but Mindy was trying his damndest to draw noise from me, and each time I got a bit louder. Though I had nothing on him—it sounded like I was murdering him whenever we fucked. It was a miracle security didn’t break down our door on a regular basis.
Either our room was soundproof or people were used to his noise. That thought made me frown. Mindy had been with a lot of people before me, and I couldn’t help but be jealous. More than that I was worried.
How did I compare to a horde of people I’d never met? Also, sex was rather new to me. Was Mindy going to get tired of my lack of experience?
Two fingers plunged into my ass, and I cried out, arching into him.
“That’s it, Flower,” he crooned. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Whimpering, I did. One of his fingers brushed my prostate, and I groaned, angling my hips upward to drive him in deeper.
“More,” I ordered. Sometimes Mindy was far too gentle with me, and I had to demand what I wanted.
A third finger entered me, and I pushed back on them, head bowed, groaning. I was getting close, so damn close. My cock bounced in between my legs, untouched, but it didn’t matter; Mindy’s fingers were more than enough stimulation for me.
My breath sharpened as a low roiling pleasure began to gather and my muscles tightened. “Mindy,” I groaned, voice low and full of need, as I impaled myself on his fingers, desperate.
His mouth latched onto the lower part of my spine, and he bit me. The sharp sting shoved me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me panting and lying in my own cum.
Serlotminden lay on top of me, licking and biting me. He lapped the beads of sweat coming off me, moaning. Carefully, he rolled me over, and I remained boneless beneath him. His hard cock pressed into me, pre-cum spreading over my skin.
“Want help with that?” I asked.
He grinned.
There was no way in hell my cock was rising to the occasion for the third time, at least not this soon, but I could suck him off.
Mindy grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs, and I frowned. What the hell was he doing? My ass was too sore for him to fuck me a second time.
At my expression, his grin widened. “Ah, my Flower, I love how little you know.”
A sharp stab prodded my chest at his words. Yes, I was inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. Sex did not define a person. Besides, I would learn.
He must have noticed because he bent forward, practically folding me in half, and kissed me. “I love you, and I adore discovering what you like, Bartholomew.”
“Does it bother you that I can’t match up to your previous lovers?”
“What match? You are my mate. They cannot compare to how I feel with you, Flower. You are everything. You hold my soul, and no one else.”
I flushed. “You don’t care?”
“No, and in many respects, I love the fact that I’m the only one who has ever seen you like this.”
I frowned, but my face was on fire.
“Now, I wish to come all over you, marking you.” Mindy straightened and rested my crossed ankles on his shoulder. My eyes widened when I realized what he intended to do. “Squeeze your legs together,” he said.
Mindy thrusted, and his cock scraped along the skin of my inner thighs, eliciting the most delicious tingles. My dick twitched, but nothing. Still, I gasped in pleasure as his shaft dragged against my balls and taint.
Holding me securely, Mindy picked up speed, fucking my legs in a quick rhythm. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he worried at the ring there for a few moments before stilted cries broke out of him. His hair hung in a white cloud around his royal-purple scales, and his long golden earrings swayed in time with his thrusts.
Serlotminden was beautiful, and he was mine. All mine.
My fingers traced the corded muscles in his arms and the prominent veins.
