“You were out. I just tugged them off and put them on the chair by the window.”
“I’m not sure it’s a good thing to be so sound asleep.”
“With me it is. You’re safe,” he said, running his fingers through the dark hair falling into her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“I believe that,” she said.
He watched her as she focused on his mouth, leaning forward to kiss him again before making her way down to his nipples. She teased one of them while rocking her hips against his, feeling his already swollen cock throb in response. Nipping at his nipple, she scooted her body down his legs a little, kissing his chest, his abdomen, licking that sensitive spot just above his hip bones that formed the hollows of the ‘V’ of a male’s body shefound so incredibly sexy. “I love this part of you. So sexy,” she murmured, tracing the ‘V’ with her tongue.
He moaned, his eyes closed, not really responding verbally, as his body gave in to her touches, her nibbles.
She slid lower still, until she was exactly where she wanted to be, in the perfect position to handle both the softest and the hardest part of him. Her fingertips touched him, sliding from his balls drawn up tight to the base of his cock and up the length.
Barron’s hips lifted in need, trying to rub himself against her fingers.
“You need relief?” she whispered, applying a little more pressure this time, actually stroking him from base to tip.
His body tensed. “Yes,” he hissed.
Emmalyn leaned her head closer to his cock and blew on its head, purple and swollen as it throbbed and leaked in response to her ministrations.
“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack, Em.”
“You think?” she asked, seductively, just before she opened her mouth and engulfed him, sucking the head of his cock and as many inches as she could manage into her mouth. The rest of his cock was enveloped in her fist as her mouth and her hand worked in tandem to stroke him tip to base.
His hips bucked. “Fuck, Emmalyn!” he growled out, raising his head to look down at her as she sucked him off, her eyes meeting his as she obviously took as much pleasure in deep throating him as he got from her doing it.
She gave him no chance to control himself as she worked him furiously, determined to make him come hard and fast. She sucked as her tongue stroked the underside of his crown, her hand stroking up and down, twisting as her hand reached her chin each time, her saliva and his precum glistening as it eased their way.
Barron’s hips rocked in conjunction with Emmalyn’s movements, his hands planted on the bed at his sides as he tried to hold back his orgasm, but it was pointless. She knew exactly what she was doing, and wasted no time in taking him there. “Em, Em, I’m gonna come. Back off,” he warned.
“MmmMmm,” she hummed, increasing the suction and the speed with which she stroked him, and took hold of his balls, squeezing gently to give him that extra push.
“Aw, fuck!” he snarled, grabbing her head in his ecstasy and holding her in place as he came, shooting down her throat as she greedily swallowed his release. “Fuck, fuck! Em, fuck,” he garbled out as she continued to suckle him, though gradually more gently until she finally let him fall from her mouth and kissed her way back up his body.
She barely got to his chest before he’d flipped her onto her back and pressed his still hard cock into her wet and waiting body. Her labia swollen and ready parted for him easily as he nudged himself forward, groaning as her body accepted him, taking him all the way in.
He looked down at her, still licking her lips as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around him, fully seated deep inside her. “Your turn.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
He nudged forward just enough to be on the edge of pain and pleasure, then pulled his hips back and drove them home without hesitation.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her hands griping his biceps as he powered into her like a machine, riding her without holding back, pushing her to orgasm faster than she’d ever gotten there before. Her legs flailed behind him, bouncing off his ass from time to time as he battered her welcoming body, demanding that it release the same ecstatic release he’d experienced.
“Barron…” she whimpered, holding onto him for dear life as he doubled down, grabbing her legs and pressing them out to her sides as he made more room for himself between her thighs.
“Come for me. Come for me, now, Em!” he growled.
“Trying,” she rasped.
“Now, do it now!” he demanded, leaning forward a little to change the angle of his thrust, grinding his pubic bone against her clit before slamming his hips against hers again. She screamed, but wasn’t quite there. He sat up on his knees again, knowing exactly what he’d do to send her over the edge. She loved power, but she loved to have it exhibited over her, too. It was a turn on for her to hand over her power to the only person she could do that with — him. How he knew that, he didn’t know, but instinctively he did. On his knees, his hips pressed up against her ass as he kept up the rhythm of stroking his cock deep inside her in sharp, slamming strokes, he pressed one thumb against her clit and rolled it around in little circle, while with his other hand, he pressed his thumb into the pucker of her ass.
Her eyes popped open and she gaped at him, her mouth open and panting as she tipped over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life, as her body gripped onto his cock and his thumb. He came inside her, filling her body with his essence, leaving no doubt of the fact that they were indeed mates, marked or not.
Chapter 7
“Hey! Wake up!” Brandt yelled as he knocked on the door.
