CHAPTER 44
Krusk
My chest ached harder, too full for my Emma. It could burst at any moment. My warm breath against her breast made her shiver.
Unable to process my emotions, I peered down at her soft, sweet breasts, her nipples hard and looking painful.
“The first time I met you,” I admitted to her.
“I dreamed about your breasts that night,” I groaned, licking at the underside of one before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard as she writhed under me. “And every night since then.”
I looked up at her, and I knew my face would be flushed, my eyes would be black with lust. And that was when her hands reached for me. They dragged down my chest, past my abdomen and shoved aside my hand.
I released it, my arm shaking as I braced myself over her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to me. When she took it into her hands, I almost came. I had to bite my cheek again, tasting blood this time.
I grimaced as her fingers closed around me, giving me a hard stroke. Her hands start moving up and down my length, simple strokes that made me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. If I had to focus on not coming, I couldn’t do it while looking at her.
I would embarrass myself before we even started, and we had a time limit. I had to ensure that she visited her grandma, so I couldn’t spread her out and fuck her as much as I wanted. This one time had to tide us over until we returned home.
Until she let me do this again.
“I love your cock,” she purred against my ear and I shook above her, my arms trembling from the need to grab her and fuck her into the mattress. But that wasn’t what my female wanted and I would give her anything.
My lips parted as she circled around the leaking head of my cock with her thumbs.
Fuck me, she’s amazing at this.
My hips started moving then. Thrusting. In and out of her first. I was so fucking close. Losing control.
I opened my eyes to stare down at her again and when I looked into her eyes, into the eyes of my mate, the female that I loved more than anything in the world, my cock gave a warning jerk.
My fingers wrapped around her wrist, begging her to stop. She did, but she gave me a little pout that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to kiss.
“Please, let me fuck you. Let me inside of you. Then I can mark you,” I pleaded. Because it didn’t matter how much stronger or bigger I was than this tiny, soft female. She was the one in charge. The one who held all the cards.
I pressed a kiss to a spot under her jaw, my breath panting out of me as I struggled to get myself back from the brink. She grinned up at me, yanking at my arm until I moved on top of her.
She twined her arms around my neck, pressing her mouth to the flesh of my shoulder and mouthing words there that I could barely hear, but I heard them with my heart. In gentle murmurs, she told me she loved me, how much she loved this. Me fucking her.
With that, I grinned, moving so that her legs were wrapped around my waist, angling my cock so it was almost inside again. Then I felt her heels tighten into my ass, begging me for my cock, and I couldn’t do anything but push inside.
She was so hot and wet. Tighter than the night before. She was probably still swollen. I should stop, but the feel of her was too amazing, as was the way she was moaning, keening against my chest as I pressed inside further. Begging me for more.
My biceps were shaking, my fingers white as I fisted them in the sheets, I took a deep breath, shifting so that I could press in deeper. She had to work to take me inside, and I took my time, giving little jolts of my hips as she adjusted, her head thrown back as she writhed under me with pleasure.
I kept my gaze locked on her face, gauging her and forcing my own rapture at being inside of her—even this little bit—out of my mind. She was my entire focus. This was all about her.
My fangs were dripping with the need to mark her, but I held back, knowing that I needed to be inside her for it to be right. For it to be thorough.
She was working to take me inside, struggling a little, because I was just too big for her. I groaned, wishing that I wasn’t this fucking big. That I wasn’t hurting her at all.
But then there was a tingle at the base of my spine and my vision went blurry as she threw her head back, her arms going over her head and into her hair as she arched against me harder.
I’m inside my mate.
Her palms touched my chest and I struggled to focus my gaze. When I finally could, I was staring into the twinkling eyes of my Emma, her lips thick and swollen, her eyes half-closed and dreamy. There was a tiny, satisfied smile playing at her lips and it was everything I’d ever hoped for.
She’s not in pain. She loves this.
My grip dug almost painfully into her waist as my cock spasmed inside of her, but she didn’t seem to mind, grinning at me now, rocking her hips so her pussy moved an inch up and down my cock.
I’m going to blow if she keeps that up.
But she doesn’t seem to notice, pleasure twinkling in her eyes as she continued moving. I looked down our bodies at where she was rolling those hips so sensuously I almost blacked out watching her.
“Fuck, Zemar,” I hissed, reaching down to span her hip with my hand, licking my lips as I saw my green skin against her brown. “I never knew it could be like this.”
“Me too,” she gasped, her voice catching as she thrust down, taking all of me inside of her.
“Zemar,” I panted, wanting to say more, but unable.
Then I started to move. Sounds were leaving my throat as I fucked her. And she was making noises too, I was sure of it, but I couldn’t be certain. Because my entire awareness is focused on where we were joined.
My cock inside of her sweet, tight, scalding pussy is everything I hadn’t known I could ever have. Realization entered my mind that this was getting better with each time.
I wasn’t sure I was going to survive the next time we fucked. But I was going to do it anyway. If I had to die, this was the way I wanted to go.
Inside my mate, fucking her to within an inch of our lives. My thrusts were deep, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing as I plundered her sweet pussy.
It was probably too hard. But from the way her nails dug into my skin and she was crying out under me, I was certain she was loving every second of it.
The slide of our flesh, the wet friction of our bodies. Even within the clumsy mess of my movements— because there was no way I was doing this smoothly when she felt so fucking good—it was perfection.
I stared down at her face, her breasts, where her pussy wrapped around my cock, taking it in so good, and I was stunned. The wet, filthy sounds of us moving together were joined with my voice.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her, my voice a garbled mess. “So precious to me. I love you so much.”
I continued murmuring to her, trying to tell her all the things that I needed her to know. About how many times I’d imagined fucking her—and there’d been so many times.
Her pulse spiked under the skin of her throat and my balls tightened in warning as she came, her head thrown back, baring her shoulder and throat to me. My head dropped instinctively.
“I think,” I grunted against her throat. “I’m going to mark you now.”
She nodded enthusiastically, her cries loud in my ear as she came, her pussy clenching so hard around me that I couldn’t hold back. I bit into the skin of her shoulder, close to her neck, the spot that I’d considered mine since long before I’d even spoken to her.
My cock kicked hard and I spurted inside my female as she continued to spasm around me, her body trembling under mine as I came, too. I bellowed against her skin, emptying myself inside of her and wondering if anything in the world would ever be the same after this.