Page 95 of The Commander

“Don’t stop. I’m almost-please don’t be mean.” she said, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Mean? Is this mean? Why would I be mean?” Like opening a prize, he reached in his pouch and released his male member. The sight was surreal. Her brain sent echoes of good sense warnings, still not adjusted to the full mate experience. She would ignore them all.

Had to ignore. Good sense arrived too late.

“You love being mean.”

“I’m just enjoying my mate. Enjoying your pleasure. You are beautiful when you are aroused, when your skin sheens with desire and the worries disappear from your face.”

“Then give me pleasure.” He hadn’t tried to deny anything. Much worse, he wasn’t giving her the type of touches she needed. She tried to draw him closer with a leg.

Twisting in his hand, his cock moved of its own accord. It also changed size. She’d have to ask, at some point. Ask about what she saw moving at the base of his groin, how it stayed in the pouch, ask about testicles, and tentacles, maybe that’s what that was?

Anatomy questions she hadn’t had a chance to ask.

Later. After an orgasm or five, but before their next encounter. At some point when urgency didn’t ride her like a cowboy on the back of a horse and her pussy wasn’t throbbing with insistence.

He positioned himself at her entrance, black eyes flashing silver in the night. “You want this? Want your mate?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“I like hearing your answers,” he said as the head of his cock touched her softness and gently nudged her clit with the same too-easy pressure he’d used with his fingers.

He hissed as their intimate flesh kissed. His neck stretched, muscles bulged, back arched as if energy sparked down every line of his being. He was magnificent, a force of nature and she was trapped under him, utterly at his mercy.

She bucked her hips and grunted. There was no way to get him inside of her until he said. She had no balance, no purchase on the hood of the truck without letting go of her arms and jarring her shoulder.

“Slow Kitten. Don’t hurt yourself. I’m here. You’re here. Let me do the work.

“Taking too long.”

“I’m going to fuck my mate. When I want. How I want. Where I want.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, as his dick slipped just inside the entrance. Humming.

Pulsing.

He made her want to scream. She was right there, on the tippy-edge. “Please.”

“Such a nice word,” he said. Capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he thrust into her, filling her completely. His cock was vibrating. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching to meet his. He began to move, each thrust powerful and deliberate, claiming her as his own.

Cara wrapped her good arm around him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. It was too fast, too much, but she was so ready. Pleasure built with each stroke. She shuddered, the sensation sending waves of heat coursing through her.

“I’m going to come.”

“Yes. You are. Give me one. Now.” Bastian’s words sent her spiraling, her body convulsing around him as she came. He held herthough every tremble, filling her ears with praises until she came down enough to understand them again.

“That was very good, Kitten. Look at you, fucking your mate under the sky. We are going to do this a lot. Do this the right way.” He slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more calculated.

She wanted to argue. There was some reason, somewhere floating in the back of her head why she didn’t want to do this with him outside, but her brain was too sex drugged at the moment to hold on to it.

Her feet shook with every steady thrust of his cock, though he was barely pumping his hips. He kept the pace the same, as relentless as a machine. Their shared, hot secretions dripped down the crack of her ass until the metal of the hood under her grew slippery with it.

“You’re going to come again. Show me you want it and squeeze my cock with that little pussy of yours. How does it feel? Am I making you feel good?” He whispered in her ear like a sex demon as his cock moved in and out her body.

“Yes. So good,” she answered, her body core tightening, trying to hold him. Keep him.

“Did you like when I chased you? Did you like it when I caught you and hung you helpless from a tree, got on my knees, and licked your pussy until you thought you’d go mad?”

“Oh, god. Don’t. Wicked. Evil.” Her body reacted to everything he said. Tighter and tighter with each word. The feel of it. The stretch in her arms, pain-pleasure, the air on her breasts, the visceral sight of him, and the feel of his perfect alien tongue.

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