Chapter 40 With a Man
With a Man
Aurora
Ifeel like a goddamned wild animal. Mads licks my cunt like I licked that popsicle, like it’s the only thing in the world he needs.
I pull at his hair, and he doesn’t stop. Soon enough, he focuses all his energy on my clit and then enters me with his fingers. I’m already coming.
“Mads!” I scream. Kol is right there in the driver’s seat. I don’t even care that I hate him. His smell is such a gorgeous complement to my beta’s scent. They smell like two halves of the same coin. I want them both to fuck me. I need more.
I come again as Mads devours my pussy.
I’m ready for his cock.
I wanted him to be my first, and here he is: naked with my slick running down his chin.
He looks at me with the most self-satisfied expression. This mother fucker. I’m humping the air as he pulls me down on top of him. He places his hand on my throat to get me to stop, and I pout. He ignores me and spreads my thighs out wide.
“I love your legs, omega. I could spend all day and night between them.”
I feel the worship in his tone. He kisses my neck and strokes my thighs.
“Mads,” I whine.
“I know. I know. Don’t be impatient. I know what I’m doing.”
With his cock in hand, he just stares at my dripping wet pussy.
“You are beautiful. I’m out of my mind about it, Ro.”
“Your dick is beautiful. It’s so straight…”
“Straight?”
“Like a tower.”
He smiles at me, takes my hand, and puts my fingers around his cock. He’s so warm and lofty, like a tower.
While I am holding onto him, his two fingers ease back into my pussy.
Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Fucking fuck. I grip onto his cock harder, and he groans.
“Mads, I think you’re my scent match!” I admit with a scream as he moves his fingers in and out of me, running them along the inside of my pussy walls.
“Really?”
He removes his fingers entirely, brings them to his mouth, and licks them from the bottom to the top.
I’m panting out of control.
“Mads.”
“You taste like my soulmate, so I wouldn’t doubt it.”
He enters me again, and all I want him to do is taste me again. His thumb rests on my clit, creating a beautiful point of pleasure. I draw back and let him stoke me again. I fall back, throwing my arms over my face.
“Kol, there’s a condom in my bag up front.”
Kol moves a bag around and then reaches back with the condom, which Mads expertly rips open with his teeth and rolls over the tip of his cock. I am desperate to have it inside me. I can’t stop looking at him like this.
“Look at me, sugar. I want to see your face as I do this.”
My eyes flick down to his face. It’s like looking at the fucking sun.
He pushes and opens up my pussy, going slow, but not too slow. I’m begging or crying or something. Who knows what noises I’m making? He moves me over his cock only an inch inside of me, and the pressure and sensation are out of this world.
He is looking at me as he fucking pushes my hips down hard the rest of the way. I cry out and lay my body on him.
“There we go, Ro. There we go. How do you feel?”
Like something just ripped, but in a way that feels fucking amazing. I can’t answer him, though. He guides my breath by making me copy his.
“I’m going to move now.”
He doesn’t wait for me to realize what that means. He moves my body, pulling his cock out and then pounds into me.
“Fuck!”
He does it again. Soon, we find a rhythm where I move against him, and he moves into me. Before I know it, he’s just as fucked up about this as I am. We hold on to each other like we may be the last two people on earth. Kol isn’t here. We aren’t in the back of a car.
It’s just Mads and I in a nest while I’m in heat, and we are making love. My whole body moves against his naked body. Every inch of me feels incredible. This is all I’ve ever wanted.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he says to me, even though that’s what I want to say. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
We make love until Kol turns off the engine. My body feels like light and love. Eventually, we tire ourselves out and lie next to each other as the rain dances on the roof of the car. He holds me in his arms, and I bury myself in his chest.
“I’m in love with you, Mads,” I whisper over his chest hair.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
He feels the same. He doesn’t tell me it’s too soon or that I don’t know him well. He doesn’t tell me I’m too young and childish. He doesn’t ask me what I can do for him, or is worried about what I’ll ask from him. He loves me. Just as I love him.
Open and free.