When I was sure she could take the rest, I removed my finger and slid the opposite end of the sexual device into her tight ass.
“Oh, God.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
My beast snarled, and my next command was more growl than words. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
She sobbed my name as I pulled back on the device and pushed back in, fucking her in both holes.
I kept it up until she was writhing, begging me to let her come.
And then I stopped with it deep inside her.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Say my name, Tiffani. I want to hear my name from your lips. I want you to know who is fucking you, who is pumping this hard rod into your ass, who is spanking you, worshipping you.”
“Deek. Deek. Deek.”
My name was a chant on her lips and I continued, fucking her and spanking her until she went limp, shaking and desperate. Completely at my mercy. Mine to do with as I pleased. Her surrender complete.
The sight soothed both man and beast, and suddenly I couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she wanted, to reward her for trusting me to take care of her, to give her what she needed.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please.”
I pulled the toy from her body, freeing her for me. My mouth. My fingers. My hard cock.
I turned her over onto her back, lifted her and settled her once more on the edge of the tub. As before, I placed her feet to the sides, spreading her open for me. My gaze inspected every inch of skin, every freckle and curve, the lovely pink folds surrounding her core, the deep, dark chasm that waited, eager and empty, for my tongue or my cock. At the moment, I was having a very hard time deciding which to give her first.
She did not move, simply watched me and waited, submissive, defenseless, trusting.
My cock jerked beneath the water and my heart ached inside my chest. I’d never dreamed to see that expression, a surrender so complete, on the face of any woman.
My mate. Gods, she truly was perfect.
“Now, where were we?”
Her eyes were closed and she leaned her head back on the wall, accepting of whatever I would do to her body. She licked her lips, then spoke. “You were about to ravish me and make me forget everything and everyone but you.”
I couldn’t help my very possessive grin. “Exactly.” I lowered my mouth to her pussy and thrust my tongue deep, claiming her in the most elemental way I could. Her gasps of pleasure, the wetness coating my tongue were all the encouragement I needed as I feasted on her feminine core. I used fingers and tongue, lips and teeth, tugging and sucking until I learned what made her gasp, hold her breath, shiver.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, fucking her as I sucked her clit, eager to push her to orgasm, to make her lose control. The tight center of her bottom beckoned, and I slowly worked a third finger inside her there, determined to claim her completely, everywhere.
“Mine,” I whispered when she shifted to escape the new sensation.
“Deek!”
“Mine.”
She settled and I resumed my assault on her clit, fucking her harder and faster with my hands as I increased the pressure and rhythm of my tongue. I worked her body until she screamed, the walls of her pussy fluttering in helpless spasms over my fingers.
Before it was over, I rose from the water onto the steps to align my cock with her eager pussy, then plunged deep, buried myself in the still pulsing heat of her.
I let the beast take over now that she’d found her pleasure, thrusting hard and deep, fucking her up against the wall like a wild thing as she tugged at me, pulling my hair, insisting I fuck her harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I fucking loved her dirty talk, loved the way her cream coated my cock, the way her soft body jiggled with each solid lunge of my hips.
When she came again, her pussy tightening on me like a fist, I finally let myself come, coating her with my scent, my seed.
The man in me insisted I would bathe her after, but the beast was in charge.
When he was done with her, he carried her to bed and held her, relished the idea of our child already taking root in her womb, our seed buried deep, our scent coating her lips, her pussy, her thighs.
***
Tiffani, one week later
“Do Atlans even have parties like this?” I asked Sarah.
It had been a week since Deek was cured of the mating fever. Days alone in his house and days of fucking. My body was sore in all the right places from his very ardent and eager attentions. It seemed he was as insatiable as I was.
The only reason he let me dress was because Sarah had banged on the front door, impatient to plan the event.
“It’s not an engagement party, since you’re already mated. It’s not a wedding reception, since they don’t have weddings,” she replied. “But they do hold mating celebrations. I asked.”