Page 27 of Rust the Rejected
“Tell me what you need, fated mate.”
Bowing from the floor, her eyes close as she shudders. Another orgasm rips through her cunt, gripping my fingers like a vise. I wrap my tongue around her clit and suck. Hard. She wails. I swear she rips strands of my hair from the scalp. Ignoring the erotic pain, I swallow her juices in gulps. My eyes drag to her face. Her eyes remain closed. I spank her pussy lips, and her eyes pop open. The unfocused onyx orbs stare in my direction.
“Tell me!” I command. “Tell me what you need, my fated mate.”
“YOU! I want you!”
My nostrils flare. I wipe my mouth of her juices on her inner thigh, then prowl up her body. My feral gaze never waivers as I keep hers pinned. One fist presses into the floor beside her head while the other hand tugs at the zipper of my jeans. My turgid cock springs free. I fist the base and drag my length along her sopping seam.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head. I growl, and she brings her lust-filled gaze back to mine.
“FUUUCK! Oh, Rust, Rust… Please fuck me!”
It’s all the invitation I need. My tip lines up with her pussy. I bring my gaze to hers, wanting to see her reaction the first time I make her mine. Eyes wide and lip caught between her teeth, she watches me. My hands grip her hips and tilt her pelvis. I snap my hips forward and impale her on my cock in one swift thrust, buried balls deep in her tight little pussy.
She screams. Fingernails dig into the corded muscles of my forearms. Whether she pushes or pulls, I do not know. My instinct to take my fated mate and make her mine rides me hard. I growl her name with each pistoning stroke.
In return, her pussy walls clamp around my dick. It’s a battle to withdraw as it sucks me in deeper. I groan with the effort. She syncs to my rhythm and rocks her hips to meet each of my savage thrusts. Her cries of passion match my possessive grunts and growls. It’s a carnal symphony enhanced by the mingled musky scent of our fucking.
Before I give in to my own pleasure, I want another orgasm from my fated mate. One where she screams my name. I lick my fingers and reach between us. Thumb and forefinger roll, then pinch her clit as I nip the beaded tips of her tits through my t-shirt.
Her cry of my name while her cunt spasms around my cock makes my heavy balls fill with seed. The controlled thrusts give way to frantic hammering as I chase my release. A tingle at the base of my spine increases to a lightning bolt. It zips along my nerve endings as it travels to my balls and along my cock. With a ferocious roar, I drive into her soaked pussy one last time. Plunged to my root, I growl as my cock grows impossibly bigger and the base of it expands.
She hisses as my knot wedges behind her pelvis to lock her to me. Her claws drag along my flanks as she howls from the stretch and burn. She thrashes beneath me, then keens when her pussy constricts for another orgasm.
It triggers my release. A long and low groan pours from my mouth as copious amounts of hot seed shoot from my cock to coat my fated mate’s welcoming womb. Feral dominance and desire urge me to spill every last drop of my seed inside of her. I want her belly round with my pup.
“MINE! You. Are. Mine. Natalie. Only. Mine.”
I punctuate each word with a determined thrust. Once again, I have to stop myself from issuing my claiming bite on my fated mate. It’s a struggle as I force my fangs to retract while reining in my determined wolf. I close my eyes and howl.
She joins in as she clings to me.
Fully spent, I collapse on top of her. She holds me close and presses her lips to mine. Tears shine in her onyx eyes. I brush my lips against the lids and sigh. Our pants mix as I stare at my beautiful fated mate.
With enough air in my lungs, I wrap my arms around her and roll onto my back. Her smaller frame rests atop my much larger body. Her cheek over to my heart, I rumble to soothe her as I caress her back. She sighs and reaches up to twine her fingers in my hair. My knot will keep us connected for some time, so I allow my eyes to drift shut, content my fated mate rests in my arms. And this is no dream.
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Natalie
“Baby,why didn’t you tell me? I thought you were tight. But I didn’t realize—”
I place a finger over Rust’s lips and shake my head.
“Please, don’t. It was my choice. I didn’t want you to treat me any differently than you did. I wanted all of you. Not a watered-down version because I was a virgin. Besides, no matter how gentle you may have been, that anaconda would still have split me in two!”
He chuckles and nips my finger.
“Split you in two, did I? How about we soak in the tub? The warm water will soothe your sore little pussy. And as much as it strokes my ego to know I’m the only male you’ll ever know, I can rinse your virginal blood from my cock.”
Naturally, my eyes go to his cock. It’s so large I can’t believe it even fits inside of me. And it’s still erect! Suddenly shy, my cheeks heat. I can only nod as I avert my eyes from his crotch.
“Look at me, Natalie,” he says in his commanding tone. When my eyes meet his, he directs his gaze to his cock. I flush deeper and nibble my lower lip. “Not my face, my cock. That’s better. You have no reason to be shy with me or to avoid looking at my body. And damn sure not with me looking at yours. You said you want us to know each other. Well…”
He’s got me there. I smile and stand. With a smirk, he tucks the anaconda away. I extend my hand to him. He takes it and rises. I squeal when he scoops me up, bridal style.
“Which way to the bathroom, fated mate? It’s time I take care of you.”
