Page 56 of Kidnapped Plus-Size Mate

“What’s wrong, baby?” Stryker sneers salaciously, a challenging brow lifting. “Afraid that someone might see us?”

When I nod timidly with heated cheeks, he rips the t-shirt from the hem to the neckline with one firm tug, leaving my heaving chest exposed under the moonlight.

His eyes flicker to the round mounds, and he groans. “Beautiful,” he murmurs appreciatively before capturing my breasts in each of his strong hands.

While he worships my voluptuous breasts, I feel so empowered. It’s a feeling that I never thought I’d achieve in this lifetime, not fitting into the mold of society’s beauty standards. But as Stryker rakes his devilishly hungry eyes over every inch of my thick curves, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

It drives me wild, pushing aside any inhibitions I’d been clinging to before as I boldly reach for the strings tied in front of his sweatpants. His erect bulge pulls taut on the whimsical fabric, leaving little to the imagination but watering my mouth with the anticipation of seeing his arousal in the flesh.

His sharp intake of breath when I’ve untied the knot spurs me on as he releases my breasts and slides one hand behind my neck. My fingers are trembling right now, the build-up of excitement dropping into the crotch of my panties. With his free hand, Stryker helps me tug the waistband of his sweatpants down to reveal every delicious inch of his stiff cock.

Taking my sweet time to mimic the way he’d teased me just now, a self-satisfied smirk grows on my lips as I skim a single fingertip along the smooth, velvet shaft. His body shudders, and I notice the goosebumps erupting across his abs when he removes his t-shirt.

He sucks in a breath, replacing his hand on my neck in a distinctly possessive manner. It’s not threatening, but he applies pressure with his thumb and forefinger in warning.

“What are you waiting for…?” he drawls through tight lips.

I meet his eyes with a challenge as I stare deliberately through the curtain of my lashes. The thrill of his hand on my neck forces me to press my thighs together when another gust of arousal pools in my panties. “Tell me what to do,” I whisper and watch him soak in my innocent claim.

This is a bridge I’ve never crossed, and Stryker’s chest swells boastfully as he takes a step back with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

He knows he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s a boost to his ego I’ll never get tired of seeing as it fills his heady, darkened eyes with lust. A hunger so intense and raw, that he’s practically growling as he nods to the floor.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he instructs, sliding the hand from my neck to my shoulder to apply pressure that coerces me to sink to my knees. Face to face with the swollen crown of his cock, my eyes widen, and I lick my lips with anticipation.

“Good…” he praises, curling forward to skim his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now, open your mouth…”

When I part my lips wide enough, Stryker gives a consenting nod as he moves his hand to his cock. Taking his member between long, thick fingers that barely cover the ample girth, a gasp escapes me.

I didn’t realize he’sthathuge. Our first time together went by in a blur of excitement while he was gentle and took things slow enough that I wouldn’t feel any pain. Now that I see his size in all its glory, I gulp on the fear that he might bruise my throat.

It’s still thrilling and has me wiggling my rear on my heels as I get comfortable while shifting forward. Holding his cock near the tip, Stryker circles my lips and moistens them with the salty-sweetness of precum.

His eyes grow intoxicatingly heavier as he slides the tip between my lips, a long, drawn-out exhale filling the air. He hitches a finger beneath my chin and guides me to take all of his length in my mouth with a languid thrust.

“Ah…” he breathes as if he’s sighing with relief, throwing his head back the moment my nose hits his pelvis, and I feel my jaw widening as the tip hits the back of my throat. Close to tears, I mewl desperately, and he looks down at me again as he slowly pulls out.

I have a moment to catch my breath, wrapping my fingers around the base when he wipes at the stray tear that rolls down my left cheek. His excitement is evident in the way his chest heaves, but he gulps and taps my cheek gently.

“Take it at your own pace,” he soothes, planting both palms on the wall behind me and stilling himself as if he’s trying to exercise control when he passes the reins to me.

If it were up to him, he’d probably fuck my mouth. I can see it in the way his eyes overflow with greedy intent.

I’m driving the dragon shifter wild, and I’m enjoying every second of it when I slide my lips back down, taking every last inch inside my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I hear him growl, but I keep my mouth on him until I can’t fight my gag reflexes anymore. I pull back to the tip, using my tongue to flick at the sticky warmth that oozes from the tip, feeling it course down my throat as I take him in again.

Now that I’m familiar with his cock in my mouth, I work a steady pace of bobbing my head back and forth, rocking to thebeat of his grunts and moans at every peak of pleasure. Sucking him ignites a wanton need so strong in me, that I have to touch myself. I slide a hand through the side of my shorts and gasp on his cock when I press my bundle of nerves in a circular motion.

“What are you doing…?” Stryker drawls when he catches me with my hand up my shorts. “Are you touching yourself?”

I nod gently as I slide my lips to the base of his cock. He groans huskily, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he hooks a hand and pulls my mouth off him, then grabs my arm and abruptly pulls me to my feet.

Pinned between his hard frame and the wall behind me, my hand stuck between us as he grunts on my lips.

“That’s so fucking hot…” he rasps, tugging my hand out from my shorts and lifting it between our faces. He eyes the way slick rolls down my forefinger, following the drop of translucent stickiness and capturing it with the tip of his tongue before he licks a fat stripe over my finger.

Humming when he swallows, he grabs my neck and plunges his tongue between my mouth, making me taste the sweetness of my arousal that mingles with the saltiness of his precum still lingering in my mouth. The cocktail of carnal fluids is the richest intoxicant I’ve ever tasted, the pleasure soaring on my tastebuds when he grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and grazes them when he departs from the kiss.

Without a word of warning, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and firmly yanks, the ripping of silk slicing the air like a soundtrack that magnifies the might of our passion. He grabs my thighs and hooks them over his waist, lifting me off my feet as if my body weighs nothing. His extraordinary strength is evident in the way his biceps bulge, hot blood rushing through the veins of his arms that are prominent now.

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