Mated to the Beast(34)

I clenched his shoulders. He was staring down between my legs and I lowered my head to see what he was looking at. A little at a time his cock was disappearing inside me. It was such an erotic sight as I took more and more.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to relax and let gravity help. Bending his knees, he made a cradle for me to sit within, gave me a place to lean. As I used his thighs for leverage, the angle of my body shifted slightly and he slid deep in one smooth glide, not giving me time to adjust. All of a sudden I was simply full. Too full.

I cried out, my forehead on his chest as I tried to breathe, squirming on him, trying to pull off. “It’s too much. You’re too big.”

He soothed me with his hands on my back, keeping me still. “Take a minute to adjust. You’re perfect for me. You’ll see. Just being inside you is helping. I won’t hurt you. I promise. I am big and your pussy is so tight. It’s so wet and eager for me. Clench down on me. Yes, just like that.”

As he continued to talk to me, I relaxed, adjusted to the huge feel of him. I’d never had such a big cock before. I had no doubt that as soon as I began to move, I’d be completely ruined for all others.

All of a sudden I wanted to lift up, to move on him. Remaining still was instant torture. Moving, I pulled back, then dropped down, making Dax groan.

“Again.”

I did it again. And again.

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t have to tell me that, for I had no intention of stopping. I began to ride him in earnest, lifting up and slamming down hard; every time I moved, my clit rubbed against him. I tilted my head back with abandon, knowing that he wasn’t going to let me go, he wasn’t going to do anything but let me fuck him until I came, until I made him come.

My breasts bounced and swayed as I moved, but I didn’t care. I knew he could feel the soft flesh at my hips beneath his fingers, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything.

I’d never been so hot, so eager for someone before. Usually I needed tons of foreplay before I could even consider fucking. For Dax, I just had to hear his voice, see his cock and I was dripping wet.

“I’m going to come,” I cried, moving my hips in small circles, grinding on him.

“Good girl. Come for me. Come for your mate.”

I screamed as I came, the pleasure of it making my fingertips tingle, my toes numb. My thigh muscles quivered and sweat broke out on my skin. There wasn’t a more vulnerable moment and I could feel Dax’s hands holding me tightly, the warmth and solidness of him beneath me.

When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, Dax remained buried deep, still hard and thick. He grinned at me. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

I flushed at his compliment.

“The fever is soothed a bit,” he breathed. I couldn’t tell by looking at him. His hands still tightly gripped my hips, the cords in his neck were rigid and his cock had certainly not diminished.

I frowned. “But… but you haven’t come.”

“Just being inside you seems to help. Seeing you come definitely helped. I have never had the fever before, so I am learning, too. Do not fear, I am in control again.”

“I don’t want to stop.” I could still ride him, still fuck him to orgasm. I could come again. I wanted to come again, like a naughty, naughty girl. I wanted more. “I… I don’t want you in control.”

“You have done your job well as mate, soothing my inner beast.” His hands lifted to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples and I leaned into his touch as fire shot straight from my breasts to my clit. “Now, I am going to fuck you. But first, I want to taste you.”

Before I could respond, he lifted me up so his cock came free. He moved so that he lay flat on his back on the hard floor. Instead of straddling his waist, I straddled his… his face.

I looked down at him between my thighs, saw the gleam in his eye, the wicked grin on his lips.

“Dax,” I said breathlessly.

“I can still taste you on my tongue from when I licked your fingers. Your pussy juices ease the fever. It’s like medicine. I need more.”

He stopped talking then, took hold of my hips and lowered me so I was sitting on his face.

I had nothing to hold onto and I fell forward as my hands slapped against the wall. I looked down at Dax’s dark head and watched as his tongue flicked over my clit before he took it into his mouth and sucked. I was right. His tongue was much better than my fingers.

“You’re going to come for me and then I’ll fuck you.”

His voice was muffled by my thighs. He kissed one, then nipped it, making me gasp. He was being bossy and I didn’t mind it at all. Apparently, being commanded to come by a man with his mouth on my pussy made the authority issue I had much easier to overlook.