Page 108 of Right Next Door
“Please what?” She asked so innocently, like she really might not know what he was talking about, even as she leaned into his bucking hips, helping him thrust against her. Meanwhile, her hand pumping his tail worked its way under him and she was now squeezing the base of the sensitive limb.
Tsok was going cross eyed. He needed to come, but he needed her to tell him he could. That was their game now, and he desperately wanted to play, to win.
“Please let me come, my sweet mate.”
She chuckled. “What was that you called me?”
He groaned, eyes rolling back. “Sweet, beautiful, merciful mate of mine.”
“Now, now. What did I tell you about calling me that? I’m not your mate yet.”
She loosened her hold on his tail. Her torso started to come up. Depriving him of the pressure he needed when he wasso close.
“Please,Misty!” He corrected himself. He already lost that battle. It didn’t matter now. Not when it was only a matter of time before he could claim her with impunity. But if he didn’t come in the next moment, he was sure his sac would explode from the pressure.
“Just Misty?” She pouted, tugging listlessly on his tail as her nipples and their delicious silver bars rubbed up and down his abdomen. Stroking the fur. Tormenting his cock.
“My love, I beg you,let me come!” He roared.
Misty paused. The exact opposite of what he wanted!
But before he could try again or beg for her mercy, she was suddenly there. Not just jerking his tail or returning his cock to the soft, warm embrace of her breasts, but she opened her mouth. She closed it around the head and sucked. It was hard and hot and fast. A shock to the system that shattered his mind and body.
He went tense as he came, spurting right into her mouth. He could feel her gulping hungrily, appreciatively at him. Not fast enough as some of it leaked around the seal of her lips, dripping down his cock.
His back hit the couch with a thump as he panted. Misty very deliberately popped her lips off of his head. A string of spit connected them as she lifted her head, licking her lips.
She gave him a happy smile. “Love you too, sugar.”
“Huh…” He was too fuck drunk to focus on what she was saying. Damn it all, she was so fucking beautiful. Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, her chest heaving. He needed more. He was still hard. But the pleasure had already struck him too dumb to think.
She pulled her hand out from under him and ran both of them up his chest as she sat up. Her fingers spread through the fur as she hummed in delight.
“You called me your love,” she reminded him.
Had he?
Oh. He had. As he begged, casting his mind around for something to call her. He didn’t even know why that popped out. He’d never claimed to love another person before. He wasn’t sure that was something his people did anymore. Tsok was fully aware that other species would profess their love for each other, but mated couples on Kree didn’t. Even Boktare, for as much as he professed his affections for Fia, didn’t come right out and declare that he loved her.
That just wasn’t something his people did.
But he did. He really did.
Misty was just so unspeakably precious to him. A delight to his senses. A pleasure to his mind. He was always eager to hear what direction her thoughts had taken – even if they had taken the direction that he did something wrong. It made him more eager to fulfill her desires. To satisfy her.
He loved to hold her down and dominate her.
He loved when she tied him up and dominated him.
Any time spent with her was a pleasure. She consumed his thoughts when they were apart. He dreamed of her more often than not. He knew there was a time in his life before her, but he had no idea what he even did with his time back then. It all seemed so meaningless.
Knowing all that, having studied humans and their mating habits so diligently, the word love must have burrowed its way into his brain. And, in that moment, without thinking aboutwhat it meant, or that it was his first time saying it, he’d just made the declaration.
And then was rewarded for it by her bright smile. Her joy as she held herself over him.
“Say it again,” she ordered sweetly, taking hold of his cock.
“I love you,” he murmured, transfixed by the sight, the feeling of her warm hands on the sensitive skin making him groan as she notched his head against her entrance.
