Page 15 of Stalking His Mate

His head is glossy from his previous orgasm and when another bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip before my eyes my lip’s part and I lick them with a soft hum.

“Fuck, baby,” he curls his tattooed fingers around his shaft and squeezes. Ink covers the back of his hand in an intricate geometric pattern that bleeds down each of his fingers. “Come here and I’ll give you a taste.”

My mouth waters just thinking of how he’ll feel against my tongue. What he’ll taste like. Since I have a practically non-existent gag reflex, I used to enjoy giving head. Which was another notch against me from Chad. The first time I deep throated him, instead of enjoying the novelty, he told me only whores and porn stars ever did that.

Dante’s fist runs up and down his shaft and more pre-cum leaks from the tip making my mouth water.

“Com’on, baby,” he urges with a roll of his hips, and he slides his other arm behind his head so he can watch.

Slowly, tentatively, I stretch out beside him, so my head is level with his hips. My eyes are locked with his hand as it slowly strokes up and down his shaft. My fingers twitch with the need to touch him there and when I lick my lips again, he groans.

“Touch me,” he pleads. His voice is low and husky. Needy. “I want to feel you.”

Slowly. Tentatively. I prop myself with my elbow and reach out with my other hand. My fingertips skim over his tattooed thigh and Dante hisses at the light contact. His skin is warm and smooth. Virtually hairless as I slide my fingers higher to where his leg and hip meet and his breath catches.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he breathes, but there’s no venom in his voice so I keep going. His hand that’s stroking himself stills and falls to the side when I trail my fingers over the tattoos that stretch across the low part of his belly. His muscles contract under my fingertips showing off the ridges of his abdominals and I hum with appreciation.

Dante is beautiful to look at, but it’s the easy way he encourages me to touch him, to become familiar with his body, that keeps my fingers moving toward the dark patch of neatly trimmed hair that circles the base of his cock.

His breath hisses when I gently caress him there.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Your hand feels so fucking good,” his chin kicks back when I take him into my palm. He lifts his hips, pressing against my grip before focusing back on me. “I want more.”

I tighten my fingers at his encouragement and slowly drag my hand up his shaft, taking over where he was stroking. His skin is silky and smooth against my palm, when I get to the tip, I drag my thumb across the top, gathering his pre-cum before dragging it back down his length. On the up stroke I notice a strange texture to his skin that I didn’t feel before, but before I can focus more on it, a low growl rumbles out of him.

“I want to feel your lips on me.”

My eyes drop down to where I’m working him with my fist.

“Please, baby. I want you to replace your hand with your hot little mouth.”

Oh, God. I want that too.

Slowly, I push my way down his body. Curling my legs under me as I settle between his spread thighs so that my mouth is hovering over where my hand is still working up and down his length. The sight of his glistening tip peeking out from the top of my fist has my stomach flipping excitedly and my pussy growing hot and wet.

I bow over him and flick the tip of my tongue across his dark purple head. Sharp muskiness explodes across my tongue, and I hum like he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Without any more hesitation, I open my mouth and guide him past my lips.

Dante’s hips kick up and the strangled sound he makes at the first lap of my tongue goes straight to the rapid pulse pounding between my legs. Alternating my fist and lips, I work more and more of him into my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, he brings his hand up to my shoulder and for a moment I expect him to push me off, like Chad would have. Instead, he strokes his hand to the back of my neck and up under my hair.

“That’s right, take me as deep as you can, baby.”

I bob up and down, working him with my lips and tongue until his breath is coming in harsh pants. Then I drop down, trying to take more, but I can’t seem to get him deep enough. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, what if I forgot how? I chance a look up through my lashes and catch him watching me. His lips are parted, and his eyes are locked on me. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I bob down again only to be met with the resistance of my throat and I want to scream when I can’t seem to take him any farther.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Amy,” he encourages.

I blink back tears that have nothing to do with the blow job I’m trying to give and remind myself that he’s not Chad. So, I do something I’d never have had the courage to do before.

I reach behind me where his hand is cupping the back of my neck, and I curl my fingers around his wrist. I lift his hand up and press it down on the back of my head. Sliding my hand over the top of his, when I bob down again, I press my hand down to show him what I want.

“You need some help, baby?” he asks, propping himself up and then threading his fingers through my hair.

I nod.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he gathers my hair back from my face so he can hold it in his fist.

I suck in a sharp breath through my nose and this time when he hits the back of my throat he presses down with his hand and lifts up with his hips, not letting me come back up.

“Swallow my cock, Amy,” he grits, forcing me to take more of him. “That’s it. You can do it. Swallow me down, baby,” he groans when I swallow and finally sink deeper. Past the tight clench of my throat. “Mmm, that’s my good girl. Swallow all of me. Don’t you dare stop until your lips are kissing my balls.”

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