Page 17 of Stalking His Mate

Wait. No! It’s too soon. I need to prepare her.

Another whimper escapes her plush lips, and her hips pick up speed, snapping my restraint when she leans forward so she can put more pressure on her clit until she’s trembling.

Ah, fuck— “Are you ready for me, Amy?” I ask. My hands slide down her hips and over her ass, grabbing handfuls of her cheeks and squeezing. “You’re gonna take my cock so good. Aren’t you?”

Her chin bobs in answer.

“Yeah, you are. And after you’ve come all over my cock, I’m gonna slide into your ass. Do you want me there too?”

She makes a choked sound, but doesn’t say no.

The last thread of what little restraint I have snaps.

Her hips are rocking fast and hard now and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m gonna…

“I need you, baby.” I grunt, grinding up against her. She’s so ready. Hot and wet for me. “Reach between those sweet thighs and wrap your fingers around me.”

She moans and a tremble runs through her body as she does as I say. Reaching between us to take me in her hand.

“Good girl,” I whisper when she starts to stroke my length. “Now, put me where you need me. Notch me against your sweet little hole.”

Amy rocks up on her knees and slides my thick shaft through her slick folds to her center.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Now take me. Take all of me, all the way to the root.”

Her hand slides up and down my length once and then she sinks down. My hips lift at the same time and she’s so primed for me she takes all of me in a single thrust. My head slams back against the mattress when her heat engulfs me. “Ah, fuck. Amy, you feel so good.”

Her eyes are closed, and her lips parted with an expression of pure bliss.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I demand. I need to know that she likes how I feel inside her.

“Oh God,” she breathes.

“Amy,” my hands tighten on her hips, urging her into a slow rhythm, “tell me.”

Her mouth drops open, and she blinks her eyes open. The dark pools falling to mine as she rocks up on her knees and then drops back down. “Full,” she gasps. “I feel—you’re so deep.”

She lifts and drops down again. Again. And again.

“Mmm, you squeeze me so good,” I say, gripping her hips and urging her into a faster pace. “That’s my girl. Ride me. Fuck me.”

Like a switch, her expression flips from wonder to seductress. Her lids drop so they are at half-mast and the corners of her lips tilt up. She falls forward, planting her palms on my chest and then starts a slow, deep roll with her hips. Working my cock with her core. Gasping when she takes my entire length and then tightening her inner muscles when she pulls back. Milking me until, after just a dozen strokes my balls draw up tight and my fingers are digging into her hips so hard I won’t be surprised if they leave bruises.

“Yeah, make yourself feel good,” I groan.

“You—” sweat is beading across her skin and her eyes are glossing over, “you, too.”

“Oh, baby girl, don’t you worry about me. Keep working my cock with your pussy. Yeah, just like that.”

Her hips are snapping. Her breath coming in sharp pants, but she never takes her eyes from mine.

“You feel so fucking good,” I breathe. “Shit! I’m close.”

“Yes!” she practically shouts, fucking me faster and faster. “Dante, I want to feel you—Ah, I’m almost there. I want you to cum inside me.”

Oh, no! My hands slide back to her ass, and I grip her, stilling her so I can slow the pace that is rocketing me toward what promises to be the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.

I’m too late though.

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