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She loved when he behaved like this, taking charge sexually.
“Then take me, Cazar. I need to feel you everywhere.”
Cazar grabbed Evie’s leg, lifting it high until her knee was resting on the table. Air kissed her dripping center for a moment before Cazar slammed into her.
There was no warning. He filled her to the brim, cursing raggedly at the tight fit. Lips brushed her neck, gentle, soft; in direct contrast to the hard hands now gripping her flesh.
She loved it, this harsher side to her mate. She wanted more. Needed it like she needed air to breathe.
“Fuck,” Evie moaned, fingers biting into the countertop as he stretched her, sinking to the hilt. He pulled back out slowly, the bumps on his cock dragging along her inner walls until she was shaking with need, her cunt empty and aching for him. He slammed into her again, holding her captive in a bruising grip that only heightened her desire. “Oh God!”
“Say my name,” Cazar snarled, one arm banding around her waist and pinning her between him and the counter. His free hand found her throat, squeezing until she gasped in pleasure.
“Cazar!”
He groaned. “I won’t go slow. I need you too much, Evie.”
Thank fuck, because she was going to die if he didn’t own her completely right now.
Without waiting for a response, Cazar pounded into her cunt, over and over. One fierce thrust into her aching pussy, followed by a torturously slow pull out, nearly emptying her completely before he slammed back home.
His balls slapped along the backs of her thighs, the sound of flesh clapping together only encouraging the moans that poured from her. The counter she was on was unforgiving, her clit pressing against the edge with each thrust forward, sending sparks of lust straight to her core.
Cazar’s momentum was borderline brutal, designed to drive her crazy and keep her right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. The position she was in allowed her to feel each harsh buck of his hips until she was overwhelmed by the desire eating her alive.
Pleasure spiked, her pussy spasmed around his length, and he bellowed her name, his tip caressing her cervix while the bumps on his cock teased her G-spot. Evie gasped, her forehead damp with sweat, her muscles aching and body positively trembling for more. His shaft swelled, stretching her so deliciously.
Evie was so close to a cataclysmic release. She could feel it building with each thrust, threatening to reward her with the most rapture she could obtain. She just needed a little push. Somethingmore; she was desperate for it.
“Do you want my barb?” he hissed, reading her mind and squeezing her throat gently until she gave a soft moan of confirmation. “Say it, Evie. Tell your mate what you want.”
“I want your barb.Please, Caz. Please give it to me!”
A guttural growl left him, the force of it seeping into her very soul. Pleasure detonated around her and she cried out, toppling over the edge and falling straight into orgasmic bliss.
“That’s it, my mate. Cum for me,” he encouraged on a groan, his voice thick with lust.
Cazar pumped into her as his barb extended. Shocks of pleasure hit her womb, and her orgasm morphed into something far greater as his extension pulsed inside of her. He bit her mating mark, the sharp sting of his teeth as he renewed his claim making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Evie wailed his name, drenching his cock and her thighs with her release. She floated on an endless wave of ecstasy, mindless with desire as his barb took her further than she’d ever gone before. She kept cumming, euphoria washing over her until she felt weak with it.
Collapsing on top of her, Cazar breathed heavily, stroking the sides of her thighs lovingly as his barb slowly retracted.
He pulled out with a happy groan, turning her slowly. Evie’s legs gave out as she faced him, but Cazar caught her, lifting her back onto the countertop until she was seated.
“I’ve never felt you cum so much,” he commented with awe, fingers stroking her damp inner thighs.
Her face heated, mortification filtering in through the haze of lust.
“I think I squirted,” she blurted out in horror, looking around somewhat frantically for a cloth. Or a paper bag to put over her head to hide her shame. She’d never come so hard in her entire life, and given her sexual history with Cazar, that was saying something.
“Squirting? What is that?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity. Her face flamed hotter. She didn’t want to tell him! It was embarrassing!
Evie cleared her throat, clamping her thighs closed in a poor attempt to hide the evidence. Cazar merely pried them back open, scooping up some of her slick with his fingers. He inspected it as if it were a new species before sucking on his fingers, humming happily.
“Don’t do that!” Evie grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. Eyes narrowing on her, Cazar huffed.
“Why not? I love tasting you.”
