Page 22 of His Innocent Mate

Feeling how incredibly turned on Lyra is, my dick makes a case for fucking her into the floor.

But that’s not what this is about. My good girl needs to be rewarded for taking my big cock in her mouth, and I aim to make her scream.

I drag my scruff across her thighs, enjoying the needy sounds she makes. Then I take her clit into my mouth and suck her into a fit. The jerking of her body is anything but ladylike. It’s greedy. Vulgar.

Burning for me to feast.

Before last night, she didn’t know such carnal pleasures existed. Now she’s all but begging me to eat her honey.

And I’m fucking starving.

I lick her cunt relentlessly, feeding off Lyra’s lust. She’s so fucking pretty. Even her little asshole is majestic as fuck.

And she’s all mine.

Eager to eat at the source, I rub her clit with my thumb as I lick her hole, intoxicated by her taste.

She babbles foreign sounds as her fingers frantically dig through my hair, eager for relief.

My cock feels heavy and full. Like it’ll explode at the slightest touch.

“Oh,” she moans, her voice trembling. “I’m—oh, fuck.”

When her body suddenly tenses as she curls forward, I know I’ve done my job well.

“Brock! Oh, God—”

I’m on her, guiding her through every twist and turn of her body, working against her frantic limbs until I feel her twitch from overstimulation.

She’s so good for me. So fucking perfect.

Pulling away, I give her time to recover.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. Utterly ethereal in her lust.

She sits up, her hair wild and matted to her face.

I want to tell her what a good girl she was for me. How perfect she came. Which is weird as hell because I’ve never had those thoughts before.

Then again, I’ve never been with someone so innocent. She brings out a side of me I didn’t know existed. She makes me want to own her—to protect her from the terrible world outside the cabin’s boundaries.

And I can’t do that if I fuck her, because there’s nothing more dangerous in this world for a woman than carrying a child.

Her lower lip tucks between her teeth again as her big green eyes dart to my cock.

“Please…”

She wants me…or rather; she wants the security my baby growing in her womb would provide her.

She doesn’t know what it will cost her.

Sensing my annoyance, she says, “Don’t act like you don’t like it or that this is some kind of chore. Not after what you just did.”

“Maybe I just don’t like being told what to do.”

“You being contrarian will cost you more than just a good time.”

God help me, I crack a smile.

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