Page 56 of Forsaken Desire
I slid my hands along his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck, bringing him down to my lips. His tongue swiped against mine, offering me my salty taste, and I moaned, sucking on him. He angled his head, deepening the kiss.
“I need you.” His glazed eyes remained unfocused. He pushed up on his elbows, moving his hips so his hardness pressed against my damp core. “Undo my pants, darling.”
The endearment struck me across the chest, rendering me useless. After everything he’d found out about me . . .
My hands fumbled with his belt, but I finally loosened the leather. I nudged his slacks down, and he popped free. The warm shaft bobbing against my arm. I grabbed him, ran my hand up to the tip, and rubbed my palm against his head, smearing the precum already gathering at the tip. He groaned, his eyes shutting and a dent appearing between his eyebrows.
I glided my hand on him in the same motion, and he gasped, suddenly grabbing my wrist.
“You’re going to make me come,” he rasped out. The soft, yet growled words really fucking did it for me. But because he was stronger than me, he managed to guide my wrist to his base, and with his hand over mine, gripping his knot, he pushed inside me.The side of my pinky touched my wet core. I began to withdraw my hand, but he grabbed my wrist, guiding my fingers against my entrance, where I felt his cock half inside me.
My slick and his need mingled.
“Put your finger inside you, darling,” he murmured. With the blush traveling down my chest, I did as he ordered, moving my hand to face downward, and pushed my pointer finger into my channel next to his cock.
My knuckles grazed against his sex. The pressure took my breath away, and he stilled, too, releasing a harsh huff.
“Just like that, mate,” he exhaled. I pumped my finger in me and used my other fingers to rub against his cock as best I could.
He twitched inside my channel and groaned.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured gruffly, and grabbed my wrist, pulling my fingers out of my pussy. Then he shoved his cock inside me to the hilt.
I gasped at the stretch and my midsection arched off the couch. While I reveled in the ecstasy of his touch, he popped my finger in his mouth, taking every bit of my slick.
My channel clasped him, pulling a groan from him.
“Ffffuck,” he grunted and pumped his hips, popping his knot out and then back in.
Pleasure licked up my spine, and I moved my hips in a circular motion. The familiar sensation of an orgasm began to build at the base of my spine and spread outward.
I could only grab onto his wide shoulders for purchase.
“I love you,” he groaned, grinding against my sex, his thick knot shoving against my clit.
His words wrenched me into a rocking orgasm, and I yanked and clawed at his dress shirt, puling so hard that the third button flew off. He met my eyes with his unfocused ones.
“Please, don’t leave,” he begged, pumping his hips while I ground down, riding my orgasm, feeling every inch of his cock inside me.
He pounded into me with steady ruts, fucking me slow and steady and hard. The wetthwapsof our skin meeting only made me wetter.
“Without you—I can’t,” he growled. “Punish me. Hit me. I accept anything except for you leaving me.” The gravely tone reached into my gut, and emotion bubbled. I blinked quickly to get rid of the sheen making it difficult to see.
I had no words, and I clutched onto him like I could mold him to me. His knot began to bulge, stretching my core.
He shouted, slamming himself in as deep as he could get, his head falling back and a vein popping along his neck. Fuck, he was hot when he came.
“Please.” A final jet of cum warmed my channel as his knot locked us together.
I panted, unable to tear my eyes away. My delicious mate.
“Don’t leave me,please.”
His pleas verged on desperate while his voice was thick with emotion—like he’d done something terrible.
I smoothed my hands against his neck, trying to soothe his agitation. Something seemed to be haunting my mate.
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