Page 63 of Rescuing Mara

“I am going to make you see stars, my mate,” O’Rec says.

“Hurry up!” I croak, then I surprise myself by kissing him.

I lose awareness of our surroundings. I only feel O’Rec holding me, kissing me, until we stumble into a room, and with the sound of a door closing, we tumble onto a bed. His kisses turn from hungry to feverish, and I claw at his shoulders.

“I need you naked.” I pant as I push against his harness, his blades prodding my skin. He sits up cursing, quickly removing the offensive items. The sound of his harness falling to the ground comes from far away; all my attention is on my mate. He sits back on his knees and slowly pops open the first button of his trousers. I bite my lip, arousal shooting through my body at his deliberate movements.

“Hurry,” I beg, but he smirks as he proceeds at an even slower pace. I try to sit up to lend him a hand, but he pushes me back towards the bed with his tail.

“Patience, Marra,” he chides as he opens another button. The head of his cock is visible now, and I lick my lips. I can’t help the need that’s pouring through me, my hand slips under my pants. I arch my hips when I touch my aching flesh.

“Marra,” he groans. All of a sudden, he rips open his trousers and pulls his cock out. Pre-cum is leaking from the little slit, and I reach out with my other hand and swipe the drops away. My fingers are coated in his pre-cum, and I bring them to my mouth. Giving him a defiant look, I slide them in my mouth and lick them clean.

He groans again, stroking his cock with fire in his eyes. My fingers touch my clit, and I jolt. The sight of him pleasuring himself is the hottest thing I have ever seen, and I get wet just looking at him.

The image of me naked in this bed with his head between my thighs flashes through my mind, and when O’Rec smirks, I know I broadcasted my thoughts to him.

“Want me to make that fantasy happen, Marra? Want me to bury my face between those gorgeous thighs of yours and lick that wet cunt until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name? I will suck that little clit of yours while I pump my fingers into your channel. Would you like that, my star?”

I keep rubbing my clit, faster and faster, and with those final words, I fly over the edge, crying out his name.

CHAPTER38

Mara

O’Rec doesn’t give me time to recover; he yanks my trousers down, removing them with his tail and catches my wrist before I can retract my hand.

“O no, that sweet cum is mine to taste,” he says before lapping up my cum with one big lick. I squirm under him when he slides down to settle in. He spreads my legs, and I grab his horns, needing to balance myself. He gives me a feral grin before he lowers his head and starts to feast.

My eyes roll, and I throw my head back. His touch sets my nerves on fire as he laps, sucks, and nips at my clit. I’m panting and wriggling under him. It feels so damn good, and I want to cum again, but my orgasm feels just out of reach.

“More,” I huskily command, and he gives it to me. I feel his finger at my entrance, effortlessly sliding inside. His tail wraps around my ankle and yanks my leg around his neck. The angle of his thrusts change, and I cry out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls over me. O’Rec is not done though, instead of removing his finger he adds an extra digit and I feel my inner walls spasm. Slow, shallow thrusts relight my need for him before it can even die down.

“O’Rec,” I croak when he latches on to my clit and sucks, making me cum again.

Tears stream down my face in the afterglow of my release, and he crawls next to me, taking me into his arms. He holds me, and I bury my face in his chest. No words are spoken, but the mutual love flowing through the bond says it all. I am his, and he is mine.

I reach up to kiss his jaw. My body is plastered against his, and I feel his hard cock pushing into my soft flesh. I giggle when I notice we both are semi-undressed.

“You should take off your clothes.”

“Only if you take them off as well,” he replies. I immediately sit up and undress myself. I throw my clothes on the floor, and his trousers land on top of mine. Finally, I have him gloriously naked, and I open my arms to welcome him in my embrace.

He rolls himself on top of me, kissing my shoulders, my neck, and the sensitive spot behind my ear. His hand comes up to caress my breast, and he bows down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I moan loudly, rubbing my pussy up against him. I can’t believe I’m ready for more - again.

“Please, O’Rec, you are taking way too long.”

“I love you, Marra,” he whispers before he slides his cock inside of me, and I arch my hips to meet him.

I grab his shoulders to look up at him. The utter adoration shines in the stars in his eyes. “I love you too, O’Rec.”

For a moment, we stay like this, him buried deep inside of me, his forehead resting on mine. I close my eyes and feel the connection. It’s beyond the physical. We are connected on every level. I feel him in my entire body; I feel him in my blood.

Then, he shifts his weight, and the ridges on his cock ripple, causing me to clamp my inner walls down on him, and he groans. He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss and begins to move. Small thrusts at first, but they quickly turn into full, deep thrusts. I feel him everywhere. Every glorious inch of his cock hitting me in just the right spot. My legs wrap around his waist, and I meet him, thrust for thrust.

The sounds he makes tell me he is close to cumming, and I cry out when he puts a hand under my ass and lifts it.

“There, right there. That’s-” I pant, but he smothers my words with a kiss. We are both climbing, and I feel his pleasure from the bond. There’s not one single little secret between us. I feel what he feels, and he feels what I feel. He moans my name, and I cry out his, one more thrust, one more ripple of his ridges, and we both shout out at the same time. I feel his cum shooting inside of me, jolt after jolt, and my sex tightens its hold on his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him.

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