Page 50 of Becoming Super

It wasn’t so much a mark as it was a brand. On my left ass cheek in bold calligraphy sat one single word.

SARAH’S.

Fucking hell.

I grabbed her off the floor and carried her over to our bed. The only way to calm this woman when she was like this was a good fucking. And after seeing her name imprinted on my ass I knew that I needed to fuck her good.

I captured her lips again and Sarah came willingly into my arms. It was like I could still feel the laughter bubbling up inside of her and shit if it wasn’t making me happy too. She was everything I never thought I would ever want, and absolutely the most amazing part of my life.

How had I survived before Sarah? It was like I was living in gray nothingness and she arrived with color and light, transforming every aspect of my life.

I have no idea why the life mate mark was so elaborate on her, but a part of me wondered if it was because I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

My fingers dug into her hips and she spread her legs wide allowing me to slip between them. Her pussy was wet and hot as my cock slipped along her folds. I used the tip to rub her clit and knew I was giving it to her right when she began to make those noises that I loved so much.

I thrust against her clit again and again as I licked and kissed her neck moving down to her perfect breasts.

When I took her nipple into my mouth she arched her back, crying out as her orgasm swept through her.

Once she started to come down I flipped her so that she was on her stomach and I grabbed her hips pulling that perfect ass into the air. I grabbed some lube and applied it liberally to my fingers and cock before pouring it onto that tight ring that squeezed me so good.

Sarah whimpered when I traced the ring of her asshole with one finger and pinched her nipple with the other hand.

“Just relax for me, Baby. I will make you feel good.”

I slid a finger into her ass and she moaned, pushing back against me. My other hand came up to play with her clit again as I added another finger, stroking her tight channel. My dick was harder than a rock and I desperately wanted to be inside of her. Once that pretty ass hole opened enough for me I placed my dick at the entrance and pressed.

She leaned her hips back against me and suddenly I was inside. It was so tight that my eyes couldn’t focus. I wanted to pound into her, but I had to make sure that she was okay. Slowly I began to push the rest of my length inside of her. Short strokes that teased and tempted both of us.

“Axel, more!”

I pushed all the way until I was balls deep inside.

“You are so tight, Sarah! Fuck!”

“It feels sooooo good, Axel. Fuck me, fuck my ass.”

Something snapped inside of me and I started to move, really move. She met my thrusts shoving back as hard as I was pushing forward. The slapping of skin on skin filled the air as Sarah’s legs began to shake with need. Her pussy was so wet, every swipe and flick with my fingers driving her closer and closer to her release.

My dick was shoving into her ass hard and fast. It was primal and animalistic, and I loved every minute of it.

She cried out the moment her orgasm broke, her ass clenching me even tighter as her pussy convulsed, and waves of pleasure washed over her. I came hard, no longer able to hold on. My dick felt like it came forever, and I pumped into her with every spurt of cum.

I gently pulled out of her and looked at her ass that hadn’t closed up again. She was so fucking beautiful, every inch of her.

And my marks on her, fuck, I can’t even describe how it made me feel. I was proud and humbled that this incredible woman was actually mine.

I grabbed something to clean us both off and then carried her into the bathing chambers so that we could shower. She slid down my body languidly, completely boneless from her release. I took the soap and washed her hair and then every inch of her body.

After I was finished washing, I turned on the dryers and, in a few moments, we were clean, dry, and ready to get dressed.

I turned to go toward the closet and felt a sharp slap on my left ass cheek. Whipping around I stared at her, “What the fuck was that?”

She smirked, “It’s mine, it says so.”

And then she started laughing again.

Somehow, I knew that this was one she would enjoy for the rest of our lives.

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