by Mina Carter
“Feel good, baby?” Another deep caress and her pussy reacted, tightening on his invasion. “Yeah, it does.”
He sounded so damned smug.
“Cocky asshole.”
He withdrew and then thrust into her once again, the thumb on her clit never losing its rhythm. “I have a cock, yes. And I’m going to slide it into this tight pussy. Just as soon as you come for me.” Oh, she was behind that idea. “But I have a little more playing to do first.” He pulled his fingers free of her pussy. “Pull your legs back, Honey. Lemme see that pretty asshole.”
Honey whimpered, torn between embarrassment and desperate need. No one had ever looked at it. But the idea—the wicked, delicious idea—sent a shudder through her, and she did as he asked.
She pulled her feet up and rested them flat on the mattress, exposing herself fully to his gaze.
“Damn, look at your hole wink at me.”
Fingers wet with her cream stroked her asshole, and she whimpered, squirming to… Get away? Get closer? She wasn’t sure.
The thumb on her clit changed its teasing rhythm, shifting to soft pats instead of rapid circles. “I’m going to make you come, baby.” His eyes turn nearly black. “I’m going to finger your tiny asshole and rub this pretty clit until you come on my hand. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” Her chest heaved, body unable to gather a full breath. “You ready for that?”
She had only one answer: “Yes.”
This was all so much better when fully awake.
The moment the word left her lips, Blake did as promised. With infinite care, the tip of a single digit slipped past her virgin ring of muscle. It gently delved into her forbidden entrance, and illicit heat seared her from inside out. She forced herself to relax, aching for more of his ministrations and unwilling to do anything that would deter him.
That digit slid deeper and deeper, only to retreat and then venture further. In and out and then in again, nice and slow.
Hands still on her breasts, she let those snippets of pleasure join the ones Blake created. His thumb picked up the pace of the finger inside her, pleasuring her clit at the same tempo as he fucked her asshole.
It was a slow, languorous rhythm. She arched and rocked in time with easy thrusts, increasing the pleasure as much as possible.
“I could come from watching you, Honey. So pretty. So hot. So wet.” Their gazes clashed, and she melted beneath his heat. “So mine.”
Blake pushed deeper than before, putting more power behind the thrust. Ecstasy overtook her, stealing the power of speech from her lips.
He slid out and then pushed deep again. “Aren’t you?”
Honey sobbed, the pleasure stealing coherent thought from her. But there was one thing she did know without a doubt: she belonged to Blake. Just as he belonged to her. “Yes.” He withdrew his fingers completely. “No!”
She wasn’t ready for the forbidden pleasure to end. Not by a long shot.
“Easy, baby. Just giving my mate a little more.” Two digits pressed against her asshole, pushing past the muscle and then easing into her. “My sweet, fuckable, gorgeous mate.”
“Oh, God.” She moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. The deep burn of his penetration added to her growing pleasure.
“Do you like that? Like me fingering your asshole?” His words washed over her, pushing her closer to release.
The burn continued, growing until she felt the heel of his hand against her flesh. And then he retreated, pulling out as slowly as he’d pushed in. She couldn’t get over the illicit, dark pleasure that his touch drew from her. She’d never had a man venture near her ass, and now, she wasn’t sure she could live without this type of forbidden caress.
More importantly, she couldn’t live without him. No matter how pissed he made her, she didn’t think she could ever shove him from her life.
“That’s it, baby, come for me and then I’ll slide my cock into your pussy. You want that, don’t you?” His voice delved deep into her, plucked at the strings of her arousal, and more pleasure was added to the growing balloon of need.
Honey moved with him, following the snippets of bliss he sprinkled along the path to her orgasm, and gobbled up each morsel. He gifted her with more and more and she took and took.
Blake increased his pace in increments, moving faster and faster with every thrust and retreat until the bed shook with the power of his movements. She rode his hand and wished that both of her holes could be filled, pussy and ass stuffed by him while he rubbed her needy clit.
Bolts of ecstasy and tinged lightning poured through her, hopping from nerve to nerve, and every cell in her body seemed to flare to life. Each intake of air was followed by a moan. Blake’s rhythm never faltered and encouraged toward her peak.
She let the sensations roll through her, pussy throbbing in desperate need, clit glorying in his attentions.
Round and round, in and then out again. She was lost in the feelings, riding the rolling waves of pleasure as they gathered and built, crashing over and through her until one swell bled into the next.
The bliss rose, growing and climbing, shoving her toward the cliff.
“Come for me, Honey. Give it to me. I’m so hard, but I can’t fuck your pretty cunt until you come.” She barely recognized his voice, but her body didn’t have that problem.
With a roaring scream, Blake’s name on her lips, her body spasmed, tightened and bowed as the bubble of pleasure burst within her. Her toes curled, and muscles clenched, overtaken by the ecstasy his hands elicited.
Fireworks burst and flared in her veins. Her heart tripped inside her chest, stuttering under the weight of the pleasure he’d drawn from within her.
But Blake didn’t ease. He continued, pace still steady as his fingers moved in and out of her forbidden hole, thumb assaulting her sensitive clit. She panted and writhed, trying to stay and get away at the same time. He overwhelmed her with his ministrations, yanking morsel after morsel of bliss from her.
“Again, baby. One more and I’ll fuck this lush cunt.”
She couldn’t not listen. Another scream, another blinding wave of unimaginable joy crashed through her and she arched, body stilling, overwhelmed. Even movement seemed beyond her. Tears leaked from her eyes, the pleasure bordering on pain, and she couldn’t take another drop, another moment.
She sobbed, begging. “Please…”
Please, what? She didn’t know. Please stop. Please more. Please…
“I’ve got you, baby.” In increments, he eased his attentions, slowing his thumb and fingers in tandem. Gradually, her body became her own once again, heart slowing and breath becoming even.
Blake’s hands stilled, and he gently slid his fingers free of her ass. She whimpered, regretting the loss of his penetration, but looking forward to what was to come.
Honey let her feet slip from the mattress and lay spread before him.
“Damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing your body.”
Honey forced her attention to him, watched him as he stared at her body while wiping his hands on one of their discarded towels. Then he was nudging and encouraging her to wiggle further onto the bed.
Apparently positioned as he desired, Blake hovered over her, his cock pressed intimately against her wet pussy, fire seeming to sear her moist heat. “I love you.”
There was no doubt in her mind that he meant the words, pulled them from his soul and then handed them to her in offering.
She could do nothing but the same. “I love you.”
*
Her words filled him with joy. They reached into his heart and expanded, easing the fear that he’d fucked things up beyond any hope of recovery. That he’d been so much of an asshole that she planned to just patch him up, and then send him on his way.
Something he’d become more and more convinced of when he’d been forced to suffer listening to her pleasure herself in the shower. Forced to listen via his extra sensitive abilities, but not invited to join in
even when the lusty scent of her arousal and release had rolled through the air like expensive perfume. It had driven him mad, his cock so hard—like a fucking flagpole—he’d about jerked himself sore each time she’d done it, trying to take the edge off. Anything to stop him breaking down the door, storming the shower and taking her hard and fast up against the tiled walls.
Now she was here, under him. Her lush body was soft and indolent, sexy curves so decadent under the harder plains of his muscled body. She’d thought he liked skinny chicks. Ha! The only reason he’d dated them was because they were the complete opposite of the one he wanted. Her. Honey.
At least when they were skinny he couldn’t lose himself, and his heart, to the fantasy in his head. The one where she welcomed him home every night in one of those sexy see-through little negligees. Like a pretty gift all wrapped up for him to undo.
Then there was the other one. Honey plump with his child, her curves accentuated by a baby-bump. His mate. His kid. Blake felt his insides turn to mush at the mere thought and looked down at her. Her head was thrown back on the pillows, hair a halo around her head as she looked at him with an expression hot enough for the devil herself.
Blake had never held with either God or the Devil being male. Creation and all the creatures in it were so awesome and infinitely complex that no way a dude could have designed it. And temptation? Yeah, that was all from the fairer sex.
“You are…perfect,” he whispered in reverence. Please let me be worthy of her trust, her love.
Dropping his hips, he grasped his cock in hand and slid the broad head over her slick pussy lips. They both shuddered as the contact drew only pleasure. Blake bit back his groan at the feeling of her slick, hot flesh and rubbed again, welcomed the tormenting feel of her against his sensitive skin. It was the ultimate torture, knowing her pussy was right there. Just waiting for him to slide into it. The feeling of her tight cunt closing around him.
Burning hot pleasure crawled through him, strumming his nerves, forcing them to vibrate like the deep rumbling of his bike.
Fuck teasing her. He had to have her. To claim her.
Adjusting himself, he set the head of his shaft against her and lost himself as he pushed forward. Inch after inch of his throbbing length filled her, the tight hold of her sheath nearly strangling his cock the further he delved. Her waiting heat embraced him, welcomed him with pulsing waves of her moist, velvet walls.
A moan of pleasure ripped up from the very depths of his soul as he slid into her. Her tight hot pussy gripped and clung to his length. Liquid heat, liquid pleasure. Ecstasy rolled up through his body, from the tip of his cock all the way up his shaft to tighten his balls and onward. A band of tension and need that drew every muscle in him tight, his ass muscles working as he pulled back and slowly drove in again.
Need and lust roared up, his ass tightening as the power of release almost blind-sided him. Crapcrapcrap. Grimly, he held on, determined not to spill his load before he’d gotten all the way inside her. How fucking stupid and green would he look then?
Reciting the seven times table in his head, he pulled back and drove into her all the way. She gasped and wriggled on his cock, the squirming sensation almost doing him in. A snarl rose up and escaped his lips as he clamped a hand over her hip.
“For the love of God… Don’t move yet,” he begged, opening his eyes to look down into hers. The love and desire there hit him. Fuck. She loved him. She actually honestly loved him. What karmic ticket had he punched for this? Whatever it was, he didn’t care. Not even if he was reincarnated as a dung beetle and had to roll shit about for the next umpteen lifetimes. It was worth it just for one minute in her arms.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down to claim her lips as he started to move. He set up a slow and steady rhythm with his hips as he took her, made her his mate, heart, body and soul.
This was real. She was real. They weren’t engaged in a half-dream. She wouldn’t shove him away the moment he embraced the pleasure of her love.
He’d promised himself to go slow. Be gentle. But he couldn’t. Her luscious body, the words he needed to hear, tapped into his primal side. Despite being only pounds in his hedgie form, he was all male baby. His beast side, his hedgie, clamored at him to drive his cock deep. To take her and make love to her until she was bound inextricably to him, or so worn out she couldn’t bring herself to crawl away, let alone leave him. That worked too. In short, he’d do anything to keep her.
His hips see-sawed back and forth as he drove into her, taking his time, teasing them both as he impaled her on the thick length of his cock. He was forced to grit his teeth, block out everything else but the actuality of what they were doing. It was either that or get ambushed by the erotic thoughts and scenarios running through his head. The things he wanted to do to her, with her, have her do to him.
He continued his gentle assault, teased them with what was to come. Her pussy stroked him with her slick heat. Pulsing tremors milked his cock, rubbed and pet his length as if beckoning his orgasm forth. He fought against the pleasure of her pussy, forced his impending release back as he strived to give her pleasure once again.
Out and then back, he pushed deep, sealed their hips with every venture into her, drawing a moaning gasp from his mate.
“Blake.” Her breasts jiggled and bounced with his entrance, teasing him.
They were too much temptation.
Hips not losing their maddening rhythm, he leaned down and captured her nipple between his teeth, nipping the bud, and he was rewarded by a fierce tightening of her pussy.
“Fuck. Blake!” Another ripple, stronger than before.
He suckled her hardened nub, flicked the flesh and nibbled the turgid skin. Every move brought more sounds forth, more tremors and spasms that signaled her pleasure as well as called for his own.
Blake released her with a soft pop, flicking the nipple with a last lingering caress.
“No fucking, baby. Never. We’re making love.” He plunged forward, the bed shaking with the force of his thrust. “Never.” Again he withdrew and then slammed into his mate, savoring the gasps and groans that bubbled from her perfect mouth.
“Please. Pleasepleaseplease…”
He increased his pace, picked up the rapid slap of their hips and reached between them. With unerring accuracy, he found the bundle of nerves that would send his mate flying high. He circled, ever tightening rubs in a rhythm that matched his thrusts, and relished her throaty scream.
Again and again. Thrust, retreat, and thrust.
Sweat coated him in a subtle sheen of moisture that peppered his body and dripped to hers. The salt mixed with the heady scent of their sex, the musk of her cream, and the heat of his arousal.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. Are you mine, Honey? Will you let me claim my mate?”
“Yes.” The word was an undeniable hiss.
Honey suddenly stilled, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. With a fierce intensity, her push tightened into a fist around his cock, and her back bowed, breasts thrust high into the air. A bliss-filled scream tore from her throat as shudders overtook her movements.
Yes. Yes, his love had come on his dick, and he let himself go, let the building pleasure run free.
The gathering bubble of ecstasy released, bursting and swimming along his veins, overpowering him with its strength. His hips jerked in an uneven rhythm until he sealed himself against her, pressed their bodies together as his release filled her. Wave after wave after wave of his cum delved into her heated, waiting depths.
Without pause, he sank his teeth into her flesh, slid the sharp fangs into her skin. The feelings of love and home swamped him as he claimed the woman made for him. His. His Honey. His life. His everything.
Unbidden tears filled his eyes. He released her and rose to stare in awe at the mate below him. He marveled in her forgiveness, her love and the gift she’d bestowed upon him. The evidence of her joy merely spurred his, and it seemed as if his relea
se was never ending. It tumbled through him from head to toe until it bordered on pain. The most wicked, delightful ache.
His body spasmed once again, hips jerking, cock freeing one last pulse of cum, and then it was merely soft tremors that assaulted him. Honey’s breathing slowed, body slumping against the bed, and she met his gaze, a drowsy smile on her lips. Her eyes were half-closed, heavy lidded, and pure satisfaction seemed to radiate from her glowing face.
“Mmm…” She traced his arms, fingers playing over his carved muscles, and he shuddered.
He’d never get enough of her touch.
“I love you.” He whispered the words, unwilling to break the seductive spell that’d woven around them.
“I love you.” The truth was evident in her eyes.
The rest of the world, the rest of the bullshit that surrounded them, could go fuck themselves. Because, just as he owned her heart, body and soul…she now owned his.
The End
About Mina Carter
Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family.
Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.
She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned.
Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll! http://mina-carter.com
