Page 53 of Kidnapped Forced Mate

“Beautiful…” I murmur in praise, dropping to my knees to worship the woman before me. With my hands caressing her thighs, I lean my forehead on her pelvis and take a deep breath in, drinking in the scent of her sweet essence.

Heavenly.

That word comes to mind as I soak up her delicious scent while she slides her fingers through my hair. I look up at her through the headiness of my vision, witnessing the way she stares at me with her own wanton desire flashing in the blue depths of her eyes.

“Gods… I’ve missed you…” I murmur, immediately pulling down her panties to the throb of my cock when she becomes exposed to me. The copious amount of slick that gushes from her core sticks to the crotch of her panties, a long strand of her arousal only breaking off when I’ve slipped the flimsy thong down her thighs. My mouth waters in anticipation, and I bite my bottom lip as I stare deeply into her eyes.

“I bet he doesn’t make you this wet…” I chide as I slide a finger across her drenched folds.

Olivia gasps, throwing her head back as a pleasured moan escapes her beautiful lips. When she lifts her head again, she shakes her head timidly.

“I–I’m only wet like this for you, Stryder…” she simpers, her voice soft in the discreetness of the night.

“Of course, baby doll…” I chuckle lowly, slipping my finger into her depths and watching her burn for me when her face contorts with inexplicable pleasure. She mewls when I go as deep as I can with the single digit, curling my finger to tap once on the soft, spongy spot only I can find.

Pride fills my chest when she moans, her fingers growing tighter in my hair. Only I can make her feel this way. And more. That’s when I remove my finger, knowing she’ll protest from the loss of my touch.

“Please… Stryder…” she pleads as I expected, and my lips curl into an almost sadistic smirk.

“Please?” I taunt with a chuckle, puckering my lips and breathing out sharp, hot air over her slit that has her squirming. Between my sweatpants, I’ve become painfully hard, my cock straining against the usually breathable material. I should free my erection from the confines of its prison, but watching the way I bring Olivia close to tears gives me too much pleasure.

I’m a man on a mission now, inducing the most exquisite reaction from the woman I love as a way to taunt her. A way to prove to her that no other man could have this kind of impact on her body, only I do.

“Please…” she whimpers, her eyes glossed over with tears. As much as I want to tease her, and make her suffer for ever believing that she could move on from me, I can’t stand to see her in her current temperament.

I love her too much. That’s why I cave and, without warning, latch my lips over her folds. When I taste her sweet essence, I know I have only been denying myself by dragging this out. Immersed in the taste of her, I devour every drop of slick her body gives up to me, worshipping her clit as it swells on my lapping tongue.

She rides my tongue, her back arching off the wall as she strains to get as much pleasurable friction as she needs to get to her climax. I feel how close she is each time my tongue reaches her depths, her walls contracting tighter and closer with every lick.

The way her sweet, slick drips at the back of my throat only fuels the fire that burns for her, and I can’t drag this out any longer. The intense need to feel her walls hug my cock has me quickly getting to my feet and crushing my lips to hers. She moans when she tastes her sweet perfection on my tongue, pulling me closer and hastily removing my pants. She’s as hungry for me as I am for her, and that only means I succeeded in proving that I’m the only man for her.

“Are you this greedy when it comes to him?” I chuckle when she breaks the kiss to take my cock in one hand.

“No,” she quickly shakes her head. “Don’t talk about him.” She hops into my hands, straddling my hips with her thighs. “I want you inside me. Now.”

“With pleasure, baby doll,” I grunt, capturing her lips while simultaneously entering her. With one, purposeful thrust, her walls embrace the entire length of my cock, a mixture of pleasure and relief washing over me.

Sinking inside her has me feeling whole again, our bodies united while our hearts take on the same beating pattern. Our reunion is beautiful, even if it’s hurried. I’m too hungry for her, needing to reach the pinnacle of my existence with my cock buried deep between her folds.

“Yes, Stryder!” she moans, an octave too loud. Not that I care if we’re caught, but the danger imposed by another man being close by is thrilling.

“Shhh…” I warn, cocking a steady brow at her. “You’re too loud.”

Olivia rolls her eyes at me as her fingernails bite into the flesh of my shoulders. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“Of course I do,” I groan, powerfully thrusting into her. “But we don’t wanna wake your boyfriend, do we?”

She shakes her head vigorously, her silence allowing me to seize her lips to drink her moans in. While adrenaline pulses through me and the rush of what we’re doing in secret brings me closer to climax, I flatten a palm on the wall beside her head and thrust more firmly.

Olivia is close, the climax I denied her on my tongue surfacing now with even greater force as her walls tighten over my shaft. I keep my lips on hers, devouring her moans through an everlasting kiss, not wanting her to scream when I know she’s about to come.

When her orgasm comes, her walls tighten so perfectly around my cock, it milks me for my own orgasm. Her body convulses in my arms, the sounds she makes echoing on my tongue. Reaching our heights as one only drives in the force of my feelings for her. I hold her close as we ride out the high together. Time seems to stand still as we catch our breaths, and I realize I never want to let this woman go.

“Did you hear that?” Olivia abruptly lifts her head from my shoulder and pushes at my chest. I gently release her to her feet, frowning when she lifts her nightdress from the kitchen floor.

Only when she slips the nightdress over her head do I hear movement upstairs. I’d been so lost in her, that I wasn’t paying attention to anything outside of us.

“You have to go,” she pleads as she pulls up her panties.

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