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He slid onto his belly before he curled his huge hands around my thighs, spreading me even wider. I moaned when he thrust his tongue into my center. That one abrasive lick sent me spiraling over the edge, and I screamed, “Rhett!” like a prayer.
He pulled his head back, watching me as his fingers continued to stretch me. “Scream louder, darling.”
With a death grip on the poles, I writhed and panted as my hips bucked wildly. He thrust harder with his fingers. I screamed louder when his finger found my clit again, mercilessly playing with it. I screamed and came again.
Rhett leaned over the side of the bed. I watched him grabbing condoms from his nightstand before sheathing his cock.
He hovered above me, his weight on his knees between my thighs, before directing his cock into position, smoothly slipping inside my waiting pussy inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to his wide girth.
He looked at me with burning possession on his face as I struggled to breathe while his cock stretched me like no other.
He gave me a slow smile. “You are mine,” he grunted, fully seated, with his balls bumping against my ass. Hovering above me, he kissed my lips, then jaw, and eyelids. And I lay there, basking in his tenderness. My stomach tightened with pleasure when he pulled his cock out of me, then sank back inside, hitting my G-spot with precision.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to hit my G-spot, making my breasts jiggle.
My hips gyrated in sync with his deep thrusts. The deeper he pumped, the more I craved him. I writhed beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust while trembling and moaning low and deep.
“We have all night, mate.” He stilled my hips so I felt every inch of his pulsing cock. “No rushing.”
I nodded, wanting to savor our first time.
He growled in my ear, “Let go of the poles.”
I slid my hands over his wide, muscled back. I dug my nails into his flesh like a wild, wanton woman as he continued pumping, hard and methodical.
I felt like I was going insane from the roaring heat building inside my body and pussy. My breathing became fast and shallow, with periods of whimpers and moans intermixed.
Rhett was consuming me. Owning me like no man had ever dared to.
“Harder.” I grabbed his head, pulling him closer, biting his lower lip.
He growled, letting himself go, moving faster, pushing me into another orgasm. Arching, I screamed as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Then I collapsed—spent but greedy for more of my man.
His face was harsh as he pulled from my body, flipping me onto my belly. He drew me up onto my knees, and I moaned when he kissed my neck, shoulders, then rained hot kisses along my spine.
His growl was animalistic as he nudged me forward, onto my hands. The air crackled around us as his strong hands seized my waist, and he thrust his cock into me smoothly. I cried out with pleasure as one hand gripped my hair while the other was wrapped around my waist. His body rocked into me. Our bodies, slick with sweat, were in perfect synchrony, with a strange magnetic energy wrapping around us.
“Make me yours completely,” I whispered, clutching the bedsheets.
He reared back and pushed forward. Every inch of him was sheathed in me. My body shook, my legs quivered, and my core pulsed, racing toward blissful release.
“Do you accept me as your mate?” he demanded roughly, thrusting faster.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Nova, you’re mine. My mate. And what I claim, I keep, cherish, love, and protect.”
His thrusts grew stronger as his body slapped against me. My fingers clenched the sheets as I rocked back into his body. My body was burning for a sweet release. A strangled shout escaped his lips before he bit the spot between my neck and shoulder.
“Mate,” he growled. “Mine.”
I came so hard that I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. My inner muscles contracted, milking him. And he roared as both of us crested, surrendering to our orgasm.
He kissed me on my shoulder before carefully pulling out of me. After dragging me up farther onto the bed, he said, “Let me take care of the condom.” Leaving the bed, he entered the bathroom, but it didn’t take long before he was back.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered while holding a washcloth. He wiped the soft, warm material over my pussy, cleaning me before placing it on the nightstand. Getting onto the bed, he clutched me against his body.
He kissed me first soft, then hard, and I knew with every fiber in my body that Rhett would love me fiercely and cherish me until his last breath. And it was the same for me. This man was a keeper. I sighed, contented, as we held on to each other, lips melding over and over.
