Page 106 of Sinful Mates

My woman knew I would be. She pulled out all the stops the last two days. Getting me inked on her body to tell everyone who she belonged to. Now she scented my jewelry to tell everyone who I belonged to. Sexy as hell.

Aaliyah slid the ring onto her wedding finger, right beside her engagement ring. With a wriggle of those gorgeous curved hips, she peeled down her lacy, matching panties. Armed with a dangerous smile, she threw them at me, and I caught them, lifting them to my nose to sniff.

“Woman, these are mine.” I shoved them in my drawer and shut the door. “You smell incredible.”

She liked that by the pleased wave curling over our bond.

I was fucking high at the thought of her leaving the club without panties.

Her foot came to rest on my thigh, and my dick twitched for freedom, begging to slam into her pussy. Normally, I was an impatient asshole, but I enjoyed what she was doing and left her to her own devices.

Loving the show, I clasped her calf, kneading, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh, working my way up to the crease near her hip. My woman moaned, her head tilting back, body rocking with an instinct desperate for my mouth between her legs. Ready to give her what she needed, I shifted, but she growled and shoved me back against the chair.

“Nurse A, you better bring this sex kitten out every time we play!” I thundered back, my dick bouncing in my jeans, getting tighter by the second.

She leaned forward, circling the metal of my ring along her ankle, trailing up her calf, around her knee, tracing along the top of her bronzed thigh. My grip tightened on her leg, and she inched the ring closer to where we both wanted, trailing teasing patterns along her inner thigh, prompting me to kiss her there again. I couldn’t help it. She did this to me.

When she swirled the round edge of my ring along her folds, I went crazy. “Fuck, that’s hot, Nurse A.”

“I want everyone to know to stay the fuck away from my man.” Her heated, dark, possessive threat curled a fire low in my stomach.

I fisted her hair and jerked her head up, making her look at me. Woman smiled enticingly as she brushed the burning metal from her clit to her ass.

“You know how to get me going, woman.” Fuck, I was so hard it ached.

Aaliyah circled her clit and threw her head back. The bond told me the friction wasn’t anywhere close to my finger or tongue, but it still felt good to her. She slipped her forefinger into the ring and dipped them both into her pussy.

Hot. As. Fuck. But I worried the jackal’s ears or snout might cut her.

I removed her finger from her opening, confiscated the ring, put it back on, and licked it, tasting her. “Nothing tastes as good as you, sugar. So fucking sweet.”

She moaned and for a second, I thought she toppled over without me. Desperate to ride the wave with her, I inserted my finger into her, taking over, not far enough for the ring to penetrate but enough for her juices to coat it.

Her rocking hips encouraged me to push my finger in faster. “Come on it, sugar. I want to remember this every time I look at or twist my ring. Think about you pleasuring yourself for me. The way your gorgeous fucking eyes darken. Your lips part to moan. The quivering of your thighs when you come.”

That was it. She flew over the edge, screaming and shuddering. Spent from her release, she collapsed onto me, and I held her hips to steady her.

When she came back down, I pulled out my finger, removed my ring and set it on my desk, sucking her release off my digit.

Eyes slanted and body languid, she panted and smiled.

“You’ve got me so hard, Nurse A.” I flipped open my jeans and unleashed my engorged cock. “Look at what you do to me.”

Hard, veiny, and thick. Head glistening with precum. Pulsing with need to make her come three times.

She curled her fingers over my girth and pumped three times. “I love your dirty mouth, Mr. Vincent.”

“Fuck.” I lifted her off my lap, more aroused than I’d ever been. “Get your foot on the desk and stick your ass out.”

She did as I told her, and I ran a palm along her thigh, curling down to kiss her shoulders. I had to bend my knees to get to her level, because she was so much shorter than me. My arms locked around her waist as I slammed into her. She braced one palm on my desk and curled the other behind my neck, digging her nails in.

“Oh, God, Slade,” she ground out, the angle hitting her in just the right spot, her pussy fluttering over my shaft. “God of War, god of Love,” she kept repeating as I pounded her into her second orgasm.

This woman was fucking perfect for me. No one else compared to this angel disguised as a devil. I loved everything about her. That mouth that fired grenades at me. The way she stood her ground with me. Her caring, nurturing nature, and how she took care of me and her three other mates. Those gorgeous eyes melted my insides. The kinky sex kitten that met my every fantasy.

I wasn’t going to last long with how she got me worked up and because of how my squatting legs burned with acid, but she had two more orgasms to go. I held out for as long as I could, and she split apart a third time. In the home stretch, I sped up and thrust in three more times before my grip on my release shattered.

“Three times every time.” She wiped away my victorious smile with a kiss, deepening it, clasping my jaw, dragging me down to her. “Your dick’s a tool of pleasure and destruction, and you just destroyed my pussy.”

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