Page 45 of Savagely Mated

His mouth is hot between my thighs as he pleasures me with his lips and tongue. It feels good, even though my pussy is sore and tender. I feel my arousal increasing every time his tongue makes one of those delicate yet talented movements. I am getting closer and closer to a climax that I think will be painful, but he stops before I can reach that point and looks at me with those passionate blue eyes.

“Do you want my cock?”

I make a whimpering sound. I don’t want to say no, but I cannot say yes. I do not think I can take another round of mating.

“I know,” he says, sympathetic. “Your poor pussy is so sore, but you have another tight little hole yet to be claimed. That one belongs to me.”

There’s oil nearby, a condiment for dressing salads, probably. Today, I am the one on the menu.

He takes me by the hips and turns me over on the table. I reach out and take hold of the edge as Rafe positions me how he wants me, lifting me up a little so I am on my tiptoes with my legs partly spread. This feels terribly filthy, especially when he drizzles pure oil down between my cheeks and begins massaging it against a part of my anatomy I really never thought anybody else would touch, let alone…

“Fuck!”

I let out a little gasp as his finger slides inside me, stretching and lubricating that tight hole.

“Relax,” he chuckles deeply. “This can feel very good, and I’d like your first time with me to be less damaging than your first time with my friend.”

I can still feel my pussy aching as he penetrates my ass. Pleasure and pain have an intimate connection in sex, it seems. I didn’t know that either.

Rafe takes his time playing with my butt, stroking his fingers in and out of that naughty hole. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good in a way I really did not expect.

“Such a good girl,” he praises me. I feel a flush of happiness rush through me at the positive reinforcement. If they ever work out that I respond to praise, I am fucked in an entirely different way than I am about to be.

He pulls his finger from me and growls softly as he presses the head of his cock against my virgin ass. Slowly, surely, and entirely deliberately, Rafe fills me up.

I let out a long, soft moan as he takes me, leaning down over me, his big hands covering mine as he covers my body and urges his hips forward to fuck me with passionate, undulating strokes. I feel his lips on the back of my neck, hot kisses that come with little bites.

Rafe’s loving is complete and intense, and twisted in the best way. He reaches under me and presses his fingers against my clit, rubbing against that tender bud as he starts to fuck my butt harder.

The sounds I make are soft and submissive and entirely animal. I don’t know that I should be enjoying having my ass fucked quite this much, but the wrongness and the intensity, and the fact that Rafe is a very sexy older man who is claiming his mate, and the way my pussy is so sore from the rough, punishing ravaging I earned last night from Einar all combines to make me want to orgasm all over again.

“Such a good girl,” Rafe praises me again. “See? When you do as you’re told, you can enjoy bad things sometimes. I can feel your tight little ass gripping me, and look at the way you’re pushing back on my cock. Do you like being fucked like this, Darcy? Are you a filthy little whelp who needs her master’s cock in her ass?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes…”

I am becoming practically incoherent as hot shame flashes through me, giving me the kind of pleasure that works both for my human mind and my animal side. I am being held in place, big hands on mine, big cock in my ass as Rafe fucks me to my climax, and his own.

“Fuck. Yes,” he grunts as he goes harder, slamming his hips against my ass, his balls slapping against my pussy with these harder strokes. “You’re all fucking mine, aren’t you. This hot little ass and everything attached to it belongs to me.”

He is possessive and he is absolutely dominant, and I can feel the bond between us being made even more solid. I know I am connected to him now. I can’t pretend I don’t belong to him.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.

He fastens his teeth on the back of my neck and I feel his cock swell inside my ass, a knot forming inside the tight ring of muscle in my rear. We are connected now. Escape is impossibleas he comes inside me, pulling me up from the table so he can pinch and rub my clit and push his fingers in my ravaged pussy, forcing me to come with him, demanding an orgasm from my aching sex as he shoots his seed deep into me.

We are locked together, two sweaty, trembling, animal bodies trapped at the peak of climax for several long minutes until finally his knot begins to recede and his cock is able to leave my well-fucked ass. There is a hot stream of cum in the aftermath of his withdrawal, and I feel it trickle down my leg as he turns me around, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me deeply.

“Mine,” he says, his tone sweet and loving. “Don’t forget that, Darcy. You belong to me now. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

“What do you understand?”

“That I’m yours,” I repeat.

“That’s right. How does your little ass feel?”

“Okay,” I say, suddenly shy. There’s something about sex after you have it. During, it feels like it’s the only thing in the world you should be doing, but afterward, I find myself wondering what the hell I just let him do to me.

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