Page 55 of Needed in the Night
He buried his face in my pussy, his tongue delving and sliding sinuously along my dripping slit. I slumped forward onto my elbows, changing my angle, and he rumbled his approval.
He licked me all the way up to my asshole before flicking it with his tongue and then slipping its rough tip into the tiny opening. I wailed and gripped the bedding, hanging on for dear life as pleasure coursed through me.
I heard the sound of him stroking himself, and then a slick fingertip pressed against my ass. When it slid inside, I cried out, my hips moving instinctively to take more of that finger.
Gods, I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel his cocks inside me and have orgasms as he growled into my ear. And I wanted itnow.
He tongued my asshole as he gathered more lubrication from his cocks and then added a second finger into my ass.
“Yes, take my fingers,” he murmured as I moved against his hand, whimpering and shaking with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving me as he gently stretched me. “You are so beautiful and perfect, my Isla. So beautiful and perfect.”
With his other hand, he circled my clit to make me shake and cry out. And once he found the right rhythm, he didn’t stop. My cries rose in pitch, and my body shook.
Oh, gods, he was going to make me come again like this, on my hands and knees right in front of his face, so he could see every detail of how I came from a different angle.
Just as I thought that, he speared my ass with his rough tongue as he plunged his fingers in and out of my pussy. I screamed and came, yanking on the bedding as if I were trying to claw my way through it or away from him. He held me in place, growling, his tongue thrusting into me until I careened back over the edge in a softer orgasm that made me quake and let out a sound almost like a sob.
In an inhumanly fast movement, he rolled to his back, taking me with him to settle me in place with his hands on my hips and my trembling thighs astride his hard abdomen.
“My Isla,” he said, and he licked his lips as if he wanted another taste of me. “Show me how well you can take me, but go slowly. We will stop if you feel pain.”
I rose to a crouch and stroked his upper cock, which dripped with both natural lubricant and slick, sweet precum. He groaned and raised his hips to thrust into my hand, then stilled himself as I guided his cock to my pussy. Gods, it was so thick, and so beautiful, with so many textures.
Very carefully, I lowered myself onto the tip. A burst of precum splashed my inner thighs.
Mikas’s chest was heaving. He’d fisted his hands in the bedding much like I’d done, but his claws had come out and he’d sliced the fabric. He was fighting to hold back, to keep from thrusting into me because he might hurt me, despite every instinct that demanded he take his mate in the way he’d yearned to do for so long.
The head of his cock was wide but tapered just enough that I was able to slip it inside me. It was so hot and slick.
My cry blended with his groan and he pulled at the covers.Rrrrrrrip. The bedding would be in tatters soon and maybe the bed too. This man wanted me so badly he was destroying the bed we lay on.
My gaze on his, I worked my way down one roll of my hips at a time. He snarled and growled and groaned with every movement I made, and I found myself making almost the same guttural sounds as the nubs and textures of his cock rubbed inside me in ways I had never felt before.
The pleasure and pain was so good that my every breath was a gasp.
“Gods, seeing your pussy stretch to take me…” Mikas groaned. “I cannot look away.”
I was shaking now and sweating, fighting to take him deeper when I already felt full to bursting.
As if those sensations weren’t already overwhelming, his lower cock rubbed against my ass too as I moved, dripping lubricant and precum that made me shiver with anticipation. My asshole clenched, desperate to be filled even as I fought to take one cock.
Mikas sheathed his claws, piled some pillows behind his back so he could raise his torso, and reached for me. “Come here.”
My pussy fluttering around him, I lay on his chest, nearlysobbing with overwhelming emotion and the intense feeling of him inside me. He wrapped me in his arms and buried his face in my hair.
“You can take it,” he murmured in my ear. He moved his hips just enough to slip his cock in a little more. I groaned. “Your beautiful pussy can take every inch.” Another small thrust. I whimpered. “Take me, my mate.”
Another thrust, and then he stopped to let me rest. I panted into his chest. He smelled so good, like warm stones and something else I couldn’t quite describe, but that was purely him. PurelyMikas.
He caressed my back, soothing me with the heat and tenderness of his touch. I closed my eyes and breathed. He held me gently but firmly, thrust once more, and I finally took all of him.
Hot liquid splashed onto my lower back: a burst of precum from his lower cock. I loved how it felt running down my skin, as if he’d marked me as his own. I was so, so full, and it felt so good. Better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. I would have told him so if I could have said anything.
He cradled my head to his chest and ran his fingers through my hair, his own body shaking as much as mine. “You take me perfectly. I knew you would.” His chest rumbled as if he was purring again. “My sweet Isla. You are not in pain?”
“No pain.” My voice was ragged. “But it’s too much. Gods, Mikas. Sex with you might kill me.”
“It will not kill you, I promise.” He took my hands in each of his and urged me to sit up. “Show me how you look filled with my cock.”
