Page 13 of Stalking His Mate

I start to sit up, pulling away from the heaven between her legs.

“Wait! Okay.” She swallows and her cheeks burn bright red. Aww my girl is shy. “Dante. I want you to—to fuck me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask her, settling back between her legs.

“With—with your tongue,” she says, writhing as she begs so sweetly. “God, please!”

The last word comes out barely a whisper but I’m already diving back into her pussy. I flatten my tongue to drag it up the length of her, before circling her clit and wringing a sharp cry from her.

She’s slick and juicy for me as I lap at her slit like a cat with cream. Plunging my fingers as deep into her core as she’ll take me. Alternating languid laps with tight flicks across her clit until she’s squirming under me.

When my Amy is close, I chance one last look up. She has an arm flung across her eyes and her head is tilted back. Her breasts are flattened across her chest, but her nipples are tight and peaked. My mouth waters to taste those pink buds, but first…

“Tell me to make you come with my mouth,” I order her.

Her arm falls back from her face and she blinks up at the ceiling. “Dante, please!”

“C’mon. Say, ‘Dante, I need to come on your tongue.’ Let’s hear it, baby.”

To urge her on a little I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against the bundle of nerves that makes her breath catch and her eyes roll back.

“Oh, God!” she gasps when I continue to prod her G-spot. She tries to snap her knees together, but my shoulders are wedged between them.

“That’s close, but not what I’m waiting to hear.” I slowly pulse my fingers in and drag them out, hitting her nerve bundle over and over until she’s quivering around my fingers.

“Amy. Say it now.”

I press my fingers to her G-spot harder this time and she practically lifts off the bed.

“Dante! Please, make me—your tongue! I want to come on your tongue.” The words flow out in a rush of breath, and she detonates the moment my lips seal around her clit.

Dragging my fingers back and forth across her G-spot at the same time I flick her clit, has my girl going nuclear. Her hips are pumping against my face, her hands fisted in my hair. Suddenly her pussy clamps down around my fingers and I’m hit with a deluge of her warm fluids.

Oh, fuck yes! “That’s it, baby. Squirt all over me.”

Her pussy is pulsing around my fingers, milking them, as mewls and whines pour out from her. My hips hump against the mattress as my own orgasm washes over me and I come in my jeans like a damn cub.

Her orgasm goes on and on before she finally collapses into the bed, sweaty and panting and completely wrung out. She trembles when I drag my tongue through her messy pussy once more before crawling up to collapse beside her.

“That was amazing, baby,” I tell her, pushing a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight then watching you come apart.”

She rolls her head toward me but the look she gives me isn’t the soft, post coital expression I expect.

“Don’t,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes as she curls into herself. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Lie to you?” I sit up so fast that her body slides into the space I suddenly vacated. “Why would you think I’d lie to you about something like that?”

She blinks up at me like I just said the most insane thing she’s ever heard.

“Are you kidding me?” she chokes out.

“No. Explain to me why you think I’d lie to you. Especially about something like that.”

She blinks disbelievingly and then points to me. “Because you look like you,” she says as explanation before pointing to herself. “And I look like me.”

“I still don’t get the connection you’re trying to make.” She’s beautiful. The most beautiful female I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She pushes herself up in an explosion of motion and scoots herself back so that there is some space between us. “Look, that was an amazing orgasm. The best one I’ve ever had, actually. But can we be real for a minute?” she asks, pushing her sex-mussed hair out of her face.

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