“Have y’all been given a room yet?” The thought they’d be sharing a wall with my mate’s family didn’t sit well with me. Not when I planned to fuck the shit out of her. My cock strained against my pants. It had been too long since I’d been inside her wet heat. The thought of suppressing my urges was like a physical pain. My cock, already thick and throbbing, was impossible to ignore.
My new family seemed to understand and left with a few words, ones I couldn’t recall. Mating heat. I was sure that was what was pounding in my veins.
Breezy shifted on the sofa. “Are you okay?”
“No, no I’m not. You gonna kiss me better?” Her eyes traveled down my length, stopping on the erection barely contained by my jeans. Her pink tongue came out, licking at the mouth I’d fantasized about on more than one occasion, biting into her bottom lip.
“I’ll do better than kiss your boo-boo.”
My mate stood, then grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Lust had me following like a whipped pup. Her sin-inducing ass swayed in front of me, and I couldn’t wait to have my dick in her mouth, my seed spurting over her tongue while she wrapped those lips around me.
“I can hear your thoughts, you know?” She got up on the bed. “I may not have any practice at this, but what I lack in actual doing, I will more than make up for in wanting.” She reached for the snap of my jeans, easing the zipper down, and letting my cock spring free into her waiting hand.
Slowly, she stroked the length of me, holding my gaze while she did. I fisted my dick at the base, holding the need I feltbubbling up to come and come now back. Her eyes dropped to the bead of moisture on the tip, and like a kid in a candy store, she licked it up with greed. Her multi-colored hair reminded me of cotton candy as I let my hand sift into the back, holding her in place, anchoring her where I wanted her.
There was no need as she set up a suck and slurp, her gaze on mine while she brought her other hand up to cup my balls. “Fuck, suck me harder. Deeper, Breezy.” I rocked up on my toes, holding my breath while she took me to the back of her throat. My own eyes were fixed on where my dick disappeared between her plump lips. I’d imagined what it would be like to have her mouth on me, but the reality was ten times better.
I allowed her to pull back, letting her play with the tip of my dick, the swollen head looking almost too big to fit inside her mouth, let alone her tight pussy. She licked at the moisture that seeped out, humming at the contact, then her lips enclosed me again. Her diabolical tongue worked the underside, bolts of pleasure jolted through me, and I had to work not to growl. I was ready to take over and fuck her face like a madman, but breathed in and out, working hard to allow her to control the tempo.
Her hand twisted around my shaft. The other squeezed my balls. “Babe, you need to quit playing.” I groaned as she pulled back, her pink tongue ran over the head, then licked her lips before she sucked me all the way to the back of her throat again. Her head bobbed, tongue working the underside and tip. She had me by the balls in all ways. My hands tightened in her silken hair, guiding her in the tempo I needed.
Pleasure unlike any I’d had washed over me, like a freight train. It was unstoppable. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. Tensing, I unleashed all that I was, let her see the beast she’d created, and fucked her mouth. Her eyes shone up at me. She knew, and she loved it.
“That’s it, don’t stop. Fuck, yeah. Deeper. You can handle me.” My words sounded harsh in the quiet room. My toes tingled. The feel she was sucking the very soul from me entered my mind. The tip of my cock bumped the back of her throat, and my mate swallowed around it, adding the final layer to my demise. Every fiber of my body locked up, spasming, and I thrust faster, past her lips, bumping the back of her throat each time.
“Swallow, Breezy,” I ordered in a rough tone, yet my hands were gentle as they held her to me. We were in perfect harmony, so that each time I went in deep, she swallowed around the head. “God, you’re gonna kill me. Perfect. So damn perfect.” I watched her cheeks hollow out as she tried to suck every drop from me.
I pulled out, amazed to see her chasing the flushed, mushroom-shaped head with her tongue. “Why’d you stop?” she whimpered. Her gaze was hot as she looked up at me.
I had to shake my head at her pretty pout. “You sucked me dry, sweets.” Through the pounding in my head, I kicked my shoes off and got rid of my pants. My mate didn’t look nearly as satiated as I, and from the hot look in her eyes, she needed some relief.
“Are you wet?” I rasped.
“I don’t know, big guy. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
I couldn’t believe I enjoyed that as much as I did. His dick was already getting hard, putting most men, even those in pornos, to shame. I sent him a come-hither look, tugging my top over my head. With a slight wiggle, my pants landed next to his. Heat flared in Xan’s eyes, like a mini caress across my skin.
“Ah, I like how you think.” His whispered words made me smile.
I knelt on the bed and spread my legs. “Are you going to find out if I’m wet or not?” I quirked a brow, my hand trailing down my stomach.
He inhaled. “I know you are. I can smell you.”
The ache between my legs intensified, became an incessant throb. I wanted to have him again. The memory of the last time we were together flashed in my mind. “You gonna do something about it, or do I need to take care of it myself?” My hand skimmed toward the tiny panties covering my lower half.
Xan’s hands, which had been curled into fists, relaxed. A smile lit his features. “Show me what you like.”
Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure of myself. My breath came in uneven pants, but still, I didn’t allow that to stop me from delving beneath the thin silk. The tips of my fingers feathered over the hardened nub of my clit, making me cry out. My head fell back, and a moan escaped my throat. I ran my index and middle fingers in a circle. So close, I was poised on the edge, knowing he was watching made me excited, enflamed, and just when I was ready to fall apart, he pulled my fingers away.
“Xan...?” I cried.
“You don’t come unless it’s on my finger, my tongue, or my cock,” he growled.
The very air stilled. My abdomen flipped over at his words. “I don’t want to unless it’s with you, Xan.” My statement brought a flush to his tan features, the calm Xan disappeared, and was replaced by the big, bad alpha I knew and loved.
My logical mind knew it was crazy, but I was beyond logical. I was in love and wanted anything and everything he could give me. “Fuck, I love every facet of you. Whether you’re being this sweet, giving woman, or the feisty little thing that drives me insane. I love you.” He smoothed his palm down my chest, grabbing the fingers I’d had in my panties. One by one, he lickedthe digits, holding my hand. “Trust me to give you what you need when you need it, and I will always ensure your pleasure.”
Startled by the sincere honesty and the eroticism he invoked, I nodded. His callused palm smoothed down my back as he got up to kneel in front of me. I shifted until we were knee to knee. “I trust you with everything I am. You can trust me to do the same.”
