Page 74 of Forbidden Mischief
Zayne cries out, his nails digging into the dirt below as I let out a snarl.
Fuck. He feels so good, so tight. Need to fuck him. Need to breed him.
Shifting my weight, I get a better angle when he lifts his ass up a bit more and we both moan.
That's it. That's the spot.
Unable to hold back, I let go and start to fuck him savagely.
I’m lost to the pure blinding pleasure right now.
I don’t need to check in with Zayne, to make sure he’s okay, because I can feel him through the bond.
He loves this. I’m making him feel good.
That has me fucking him harder.
The quiet forest is filled with Zayne’s moans, whimpers, and whines of pleasure mixing with my growls, grunts, and snarls as my cock glides in and out of his ass. He grinds against the ground for friction as he chants my name.
My knot bumps against his hole, and I want to thrust it deep inside his ass.
When Zayne thrusts back at the same time I thrust forward, it forces my knot inside him. “Oh god!” he screams as I lock myself in place.
It’s too much. He’s too tight. It feels too fucking good and I let go. With a loud, guttural growl, my cock pulses inside him. Rope after rope of cum fills his tight warm ass until it’s dripping free.
“Fuck. Oh good. Oh, fuck,” he whimpers below me. “I need to cum, Asher. Please. Let me touch myself.”
In this position, he wouldn’t have been able to slip a hand between him to jerk off properly.
My knot deflates just enough for me to be able to pull out without hurting him much and it slips free, still hard and hanging between my legs as my cum drips from Zayne’s used hole. It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen.
Biting at his shirt, I growl as I flip him over on his back. He’s dirty, grass and dirt clinging to his shirt as he lays there, looking up at me with nearly black eyes as his chest rises and falls.
But that’s not what has my attention. My eyes drop to his long, thick cock laying flat against his stomach. It’s leaking pre-cum, smeared all over his abs.
My mate needs to cum, and I plan on being the one to make him.
Locking eyes with his, I lean down and lap at his hard cock.
“Fuck.” He tosses his head back, arm thrown over his eyes as he thrusts up into my touch.
With a low growl, I lap up his shaft over and over again before curling my tongue around his heavy balls.
“Asher,” he whimpers, moving his arm to look up at me with pleading eyes.
I lick faster, and his breathing grows heavy. He’s close, so close. Just needs something to throw him over the edge.
I nip at the underside of his cock and he gasps, arching off the ground as his cock starts to pulse. Cum shoots out in thick streams, covering his stomach and abs. “Asher, fuck baby, yes, oh gods,” he chants as his orgasm takes hold of him.
When his cock is spent and his balls have nothing left to give, he drops back down to the ground, groaning. “Holy shit,” he pants out.
Not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, I clean him up, getting a groan of approval from Zayne. When I'm done,I cover his body with mine and lick his face.
“Gross.” He laughs, pushing at me.
Shifting back into human form, I laugh with him as I collapse on top of him.
He grunts, and I wrap my arms around him, rolling us until we end up side by side.
