Page 35 of Bride of Choice

No clue what the feck he was saying, I just laid there, staring up at him, and soaked in the bit of sweetness offered. Man, what this might have been like. If he was like he’d been a few minutes ago, all gruff and in charge, demanding, there maybe, mighta been a chance for us. It just goes to show how funny the truth of things can be. Lo denaii only mate one? Pfft. Not from what I’ve seen.

They’d take what they could get, and keep coming back if you let them. And if they were wily like Rek, they’d use everything they learned about you against you to keep you in line.

Considering what had just gone down with Goph, knowing full well we were a no go, to me, just further proved my point.

At least they weren’t cheaters.

“Jo? Where go?” he whispered, leaning in. He was so close, the heat of him washing over me.

Eyeing him, that look in his eyes, I shivered and bit my lip. “Goph…”

Shaking his head, he went for broke, taking what he wanted, capturing my lips with his. I could taste myself on him, his lips eating at mine eagerly as I clung to him.

His length bobbed thickly between us, hard, long, raring to go. He made no move to make use of that monster, reaching around beneath my pillow instead, unearthing an equally girthy friend of mine. “Jo seemcret,” he teased between heated kisses, leaving my lips to start working his way down my jaw, that sensitive spot near my ear, settling on tormenting my throat. The loud buzzing of BOB turning on made me jump. I’d nearly forgotten about the damned thing.

BOB? BOB who?

Cold, hard plastic trailed down my side, then lower, coasted over my hip, buzzing like a menace all the while, anticipation building. Goph’s asked me about BOB before, and we’d looked at it as educational enlightenment, going into lengthy detail of the whats and whys of it. That all came full circular as he used it to his advantage. Soft groans that mirrored my moans leaving him rent the air as he brought that buzzing monster down between us, teasing it near my opening, gently pressing the butt of it against his testicles.

It was hot watching him wield that thing, not gonna lie, even hotter as he slid it through my juices, growling as he watched and his cock jerked, getting it nice and slicked up, teasing me with it beyond all reason, before tipping it until the tip slipped lower, notched at my entrance, and slowly slid home.

He was gentle at first, exploring, enjoying the intimacy, slowly pumping BOB in and out of me, leading the show.

When my hips started to buck and I urged him to go harder, faster, play with my clit, he pressed hard once, twice, his thumb brushing my clit, and pulled the damned thing free the second my channel started to pulse.

“No-No-No- I-” I’d started to say, my words tapering off as he sucked BOB down his throat, sucking me off of it like a pro. His rumbling growls were so loud they hurt my ears. His pupils were huge, so blown out they were rimmed in a sliver of blue. I should be worried, concerned by the animalistic way he was starting to sound, his growls growing guttural but, honestly? I liked it.

As if aware of just how much his companion was into it, BOB went one way, flying over his shoulder to buzz on the floor, as he pounced.

Not sure what to expect, I flinched but squashed the shocked yelp threatening to pop free as he leapt atop me.

Gripping my sweatshirt, it was removed from me with one loud rip, then my shirt, and the tank top I’d started wearing in lieu of a bra next. In seconds I was naked, bared to him, feeling like a taken woman in an erotic fantasy. I shouldn’t be loving this shit as much as I was, should I?

Right now, in this moment, not one single fuck was given as his hungry gaze met mine.

“Goph…” I started to say, but he growled down at me, almost sounding angry or something.

Dropping down atop me, he curled his arms around my shoulders, burying his face in my nape to nuzzle into it and inhale deeply. Shifting atop me, his legs slid between mine, the thickness between his legs unsheathing as he slowly rubbed it against my inner thigh.

“Mine,” he grumbled, his voice muffled into my nape as he began lapping at my throat. I felt that shit like he was lapping at my pussy, instantly throbbing in anticipation. I wanted this. I was done trying to pretend otherwise. Give it to me, now.

“Fuck me,” I finally huffed out, shoving my fingers into his hair to jerk his head from where his face was pressed against my throat, teasing me beyond all reason, to smack one on him that had him snarling so hard my lips tingled.

As if my wish was his command, taken quite literally, perhaps too literally, he grabbed hold of my hip in one hand, reached between us with the other, and lined us up to press his advance. The second the heat of him kissed the heart of me, he growled, the sound long and low, and slammed right home like it was nobody’s business.

We both cried out, his cock already starting to jerk, liquid heat rushing my channel, my sheath spasming in equals parts fuck yes and oh my fucking god what?! from his abrupt entry.

Before I could recover, he’d started moving. Harder, faster, grabbing my shoulders to pin me down into the bed as he screwed me senseless.

He was wild, unhinged. I loved every minute of it.

My hands slid to his biceps, digging in as he pounded into me, my bed creaking noisily with every pummeling thrust. His growls grew louder, and louder, until it drowned out all else, our bodies slapping noisily together.

His eyes were eclipsed in black as he snarled down at me to his heart’s content. They grew even louder as he leaned in, as if to lunge at me, dropping over that sweet precipice with me, giving me all he had. My head tipped, offering him my throat as he humped me right through my orgasm and headed for another, dragging it all out.

A sharp noise left me as his fangs sank deep, a loud cry as pain came riding up on the heels of all that pleasure. But he kept going, holding on as he took me to the edge of yet another earth shattering climax.

I loved that while he was well endowed, he wasn’t monster peen enormous. He could give my bits a lickin’ and we could keep on kickin’.

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