I spanked him, then rubbed the same spot. Pre-seed leaked from his cock onto my stomach. “Turn, Flower. Unless you don’t want to try this.”
His cheeks pinked, and he shoved his butt back, asking. I spanked him again, harder, and my mate moaned, and more pre-seed leaked onto me. I gave him a couple more raps before massaging the cheeks and pulling them apart.
“I want to,” he muttered against my lips.
“Then let me see your pretty butt.”
Slowly, Bartholomew turned around, and I growled at the sight of him in front of me. His butt cheeks were pink from my slaps, and his cock was dripping all over my chest. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked my lips at the sight of his tight pucker that had black hair around it.
Unable to resist, I shoved my face into him and licked. I moaned at the taste of him. Perfect. He was perfect.
“Mindy. Fuck, that feels so damn good.”
He moaned and writhed under my tongue, but I didn’t stop, desperate. I arched beneath him, wiggling. I was hard and needy for his warm mouth on me. One of his hands circled the base of my shaft and pumped. I moaned against him.
“Scream for me,” Bartholomew ordered right before he took my crown into his mouth, silky tongue circling my tip.
“Mate,” I whined beneath him.
“Louder,” he commanded, popping off my cock. “Louder, Mindy.”
He sucked me back into his mouth, and the point of his tongue prodded my slit. I screamed, fingers digging into his thighs. “Bartholomew!”
He took me in as deep as he could and pumped the rest, groaning around me and sending vibrations up my shaft. My tail curled around his arm, and I buried my tongue in his hole, making him grunt. I wanted my mate to feel as good as I did.
I pulled out, and Bartholomew protested around my cock. I repositioned his hips to take his leaking cock into my mouth. I groaned at the bitter salt of his pre-seed. I licked and sucked, fighting my orgasm that was swelling too rapidly under my mate’s insistent tongue. My balls were tight and my cock felt impossibly hard. Teddy made low grunts and desperate noises as he sucked me.
“Mate,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”
Bartholomew glanced back at me, panting. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nipped his butt. “You won’t.”
Taking his cock into my mouth, I urged his hips downward. Slowly, he filled my mouth, then withdrew. I moaned at the feel of him dragging over my tongue.
Bartholomew grunted, and his speed picked up until he was fucking my mouth in hard, fast strokes. “Honey. Fuck. You’re so damn warm.”
When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed. Bartholomew whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Holy fuck, Mindy.” I swallowed again, the muscles of my throat contracting around the crown of his cock. He slid out and instantly pressed back in with a groan. “Honey. Shit. That feels so fucking good.”
His thrusts grew faster and faster. Bartholomew had completely forgotten my cock as he chased his own pleasure, calling my name over and over again. I didn’t mind. He was new at this, and I wanted him to feel good. Besides, I loved the feel of his silky cock sliding over the scales on my tongue and hearing his smooth voice screaming for me.
“I’m coming,” he warned.
Warmth splashed over my tongue less than a breath later, and I swallowed his release, reveling in the taste. His hips thrust into my mouth, chasing his orgasm, until he sagged against me, panting.
I kissed his butt. My cock still craved attention, but I loved pleasing my mate more. “Did you like that?”
He didn’t reply with more than a tired grunt. Bartholomew grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip on his cheek, making me bite my lip. Shudders wracked my body at the softness of his skin on the sensitive glans. My breath turned harsh, and my hips bucked.
“I want you to come on my face.”
“Please, Flower,” I begged. “Please.” The thought of my seed covering his face made my soul thump and my cock twitch.
Bartholomew sucked on the tip, pumping my shaft. I screamed and writhed, hips canting. I was trying to keep from plunging into his throat, but it was hard. I wanted to chase the friction and warmth of his mouth. My mate kept working me in harsh jerks as his tongue flicked and laved over my tip.
“Louder,” he demanded, and I complied, gripping his hips as I begged, cried, and whimpered beneath him.
My cock jerked, balls tight, and I panted, “Now. I’m…” I couldn’t think of the word with the pleasure racing through me.