Page 324 of Bride of Choice

His nose bussed mine.

Fuck. It was always like this. This intense, undeniable… irresistible…

His breath coasted over my mouth, minty and a hint of tea, his lips close but too far.

“My Jojo. My Jojomine. Rek missed my Jojomine so much.” His voice caught. He had to pause to collect himself before continuing. “Hate see my Jojo so sad. No one let Rek see my Jo. Celuk tell Rek, Rek come see, he bury Rek and no one never know.” His words grew bitter, his voice deeper. “Just want my Jojo… just want tell truth, make the hurts go away… My Jojomine no’ look at Rek like that no more…”

“Fuck,” I muttered, right before his lips slammed down on mine.

One kiss. That’s all it took and all bets were off.

With a growl in his throat, he picked me up, nabbing up a small jar in the basket Gopher kept by the door, and dropped me onto the table. Breaking our kiss just long enough to smell the jar, he got right back to kissing me while opening it and dumping a heaping helping of the dried herbs inside of it onto the cloth for my hand.

Distracting me with his tongue dancing with mine, his hips rolling, pressing, that thickness between his legs rubbing up along the seam of the crotch of my pants, he had the herbs pressing to my cut as he dry humped me into the table, my ankles hooked at his back, and was tying the ties around my hand off before I could process what he was doing.

Scooping me back up, he dropped me onto my feet and spun me around. Jerking my jacket down, until my arms were caught in the sleeves, he gently pressed my face and upper body into the wall to quickly press himself in behind me. Coming over me as his other hand slid down the front of my pants, going right for the gold, he sucked on my nape as he played with my clit. His fingers were thick and warm, a growl in his throat as he realized I’d forgone the neatly trimmed landscaping I’d previously, meticulously maintained to openly embrace the wilderness Odix was so fond of exploring. A groan of a moan tore from his throat as he pet my pussy and the crisp, dark hair surrounding it.

It’s been so long. Too fucking long. He felt so good. Rek was so in tune with me— he knew my likes and dislikes, every little secret sensitive spot— how to turn me on and really get me going. In the bedroom, like this, we were utterly in sync.

I was a hot mess, garbled garbage gurgling in my throat. I was as impatient as his shaking hands told me he was.

Jerking the tie of my pants, he tugged them down my hips, until the material was fluttering to the floor.

An animalistic noise left him when he eyed me, bared to him below the waist. “MINE,” he growled right into my ear as he jerked my hips and kicked my legs apart. At the last moment, he jerked me around and tugged my jacket the rest of the way off. “Take my Jojomine, just like this,” he purred, hefting me up, my legs automatically coming around his hips, to press my back into the wall and kiss me long and hard.

His hot length bobbed thickly between us. It jerked when I moaned.

With a growl in his throat, he pulled back to stare down between us.

“MINE.” Snarling triumphantly, he watched as the tip of him found the heart of me and he slowly pressed home. “Oh… Oh, my Jojomine. Oh- Oh, feels- Feels so good,” he growled out fiercely. His breaths were short, choppy pants. Gritting his teeth, he took his damn time, like he wanted to savor this moment.

Glancing down between us, I nearly swallowed my tongue, eyeing that monster he calls his penis as he pulled out a little, his cock coated in slick, and slowly pressed back home.

My channel clenched and he moaned, the sound tapering off into a low purr of a rumble as he realized I too was watching the show.

His cock jerked and my channel clenched yet again. A soft hiss left him when he had to pull out once more to glide right back home, but each and every time, he slid harder, deeper.

When he was fully seated, he kissed me again, and again, the sexiest little growl in his throat erupting from him as he started to move.

My nails dug into his shoulders. Burying his face in my throat, he growled into my flesh.

It felt so good, all of it. With him, it was like coming home.

“Feel… so… good. My Joanie so soft, sweet, wet… Rek loves my Jojomine’s breasts,” he growled as his chest pressed to mine and my nipples, hard and aching, rubbed against his fur. Grabbing a handful of my ass, he gave it a squeeze, using his hold for leverage, angling me just the right way, until I was clawing at him and mewling for more.

Rek narrated the entire thing, when he wasn’t kissing me or growling to his heart’s content. He told me how good it all felt, how much he loved me and missed me, and some rather lurid depictions of what we were doing, what he was going to do, how much he loved certain parts of my anatomy.

Tears streamed down my cheeks when he got mushier and mushier with his love talk and I felt like he was echoing my feelings of everything before leading up to now—how lost he felt without me, how much it killed him to be parted from me, to know I thought the worst. Rek began kissing my tears away but that wetness splashing my face persisted. It took me a moment to realize he’d grown a little misty eyed in the midst of all of this.

Through all of it, he brought me to the edge to drive me over it, then kept going, riding me right through that storm and into the next.

I knew he’d come several times. His legs were starting to get shaky, his movements growing uncoordinated. He just kept going.

I was so close again and it felt so good. I just needed that little something, that little nudge to throw me over the edge.

“Come for Rek, one more time, my Joanie,” he groaned, then buried his face in my shoulder to sink his fangs into my sensitive flesh.

Intense pleasure mixing with that literal bite of pain, I came then with a harsh cry, digging my nails into his back.

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