Page 37 of Free Beast Mate

“Yes.”

Amoris smiled. He leaned back and swung. His palm landed on my ass so hard, I screamed. He landed four more, making my ass burn. Tears clouded my eyes, and I sucked my bottom lip. “Let them out,” he said and licked my slit. He came away with moisture on his tongue that I knew wasn’t his saliva. He swallowed. “Little Red can’t wait for the Big Bad Wolf. She knows it’s gonna be big, and she is preparing her little self for him. That’s why she’s wet for me.”

He bent all the way down and kissed me. “Do you taste her, hm? She’s delicious. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna eat your pussy, savor all that pussy juice. Say: yes, my lord.” But he didn’t let me say anything, because he kissed me and let me taste myself on his tongue. The kiss was slow. Intimate. I could smell the soap from his body and even the scent of his shampoo, and I wanted to run my hands through his hair, scratch his back, and moan into his ear as he made love to me.

Amoris didn’t have love in mind. He leaned back, put both hands on my pussy, and spread it open. He put his tongue inside and flicked, even closing his eyes at the taste of me. I closed mine too when he clamped his mouth over my bud, and I wiggled, hoping to tell him that felt the best. “Yes, more of that.”

He sucked and flicked, and I felt like my belly would explode into a thousand pieces. Something ravenous built up inside. An orgasm, the glorious thing I thought I’d never experience at someone’s else mouth.

A finger trailed away from my entrance. Something cold touched my small back hole. I stiffened, snapped my eyes open, but it was hard not to ignore anything at this point. He sucked my bud like he knew what he was doing, like he knew exactly when to flick, when to suck, and he damn well knew the thumb in my hole would hurt when he pushed it inside. “Oh God, what are you doing?” A whisper. Amoris knew how to do whatever he set out to do with me, and at this point, I would let him do anything. “I want to come,” I told him. “Make me come.”

He pumped his thumb inside my small hole, and I didn’t think I could feel anymore. Until his mouth left my clit and his hand coated in pain salve closed over my pussy.

I barely felt anything now. My pussy was nearly numb. Amoris knelt on the bed, his erection on my ass, his hand covering my entrance. His shoulders were broad; his hair wild around his shoulders, and his tattoos hid the corded muscle beneath them. He ran a hand over my slit and poked it with a finger. “I want inside so bad,” he whispered.

Amoris had slipped.

I didn’t think he wanted me to know that.

I stayed quiet for as long as I could, but he rubbed every place just right, and the ache gathering in my lower belly hurt. A whine escaped my lips. And it was a good thing, because Amoris snapped out of whatever trance he’d been in, lifted his hand, and slapped my pussy while putting another finger inside my ass. He kept slapping my pussy, rubbing it, flicking my bud with his claws. My entire body heated, the fingers inside my ass pumping. A strange feeling built inside me. My pussy began fluttering from the inside, as if my womb contracted.

I started panting.

I begged him to slap me harder.

Amoris didn’t, but he promised he would in the future.

“Come for me,” he ordered and watched his fingers going in and out of my ass. I watched his biceps flex as he pumped, and then my pussy clenched, my breath hitched, my entire body shuddered, all my muscles froze. A second before the release, I thought I couldn’t feel any better.

Amoris locked his eyes with mine and made me cry out.

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