Bending, I took her other hand and put it on my dick. I moved it up and down, paying special attention to make her palm rub over my piercing. She stroked herself faster.
I pinched her nipple and held it pinched until she lifted her chest, wanting more.
I gripped her entire tit and kneaded it in my hand. First one, then the other. I slapped one. Dewlyn didn’t flinch but squeezed my cock tight. I growled at her. “I like your tits and your little nipples, and the pretty, smooth skin.” I slapped her tit again.
“Oh yeah?” She squeezed my cock again. Hard.
I slapped her tit.
She wiggled her hand away from my dick, then whacked it.
I grunted. Damn, that hurt.
I gripped her hair. My thighs brushed over her skin when I moved, standing over her. I tapped my thigh. “Put your hand here, go ahead.”
She did. “Now open your mouth,” I said.
“Make me.”
I chuckled. Man, my mate brought out all kinds of crazy in me. This was how we danced. Back and forth, back and forth. I gripped her jaw.
“I’m gonna bite your cock,” she gritted though her teeth.
“I don’t think you are.”
“I am.”
“Let’s fucking see.” When I forced open her mouth, I shoved the head of my dick inside it and cradled one side of her face. “I trust you, baby,” I said. Not even close, but I didn’t need my dick if she didn’t want it, so it made no difference to me. She could bite it but I needed to believe she wouldn’t, because she wanted it and also because she must feel something for me. I couldn’t be one of those unlucky bastards whose mates took off and never returned. I had to believe there was a way with Dewlyn and my dick would find the way to her heart. Maybe then she’d let me cuddle her too.
Dewlyn closed her lips over my dick.
My hand, fisted in her hair, moved her head slowly, and I enjoyed the tightness of her stretched lips around me. I bet Dewlyn’s pussy wouldn’t fit all of me on the first try. I bet I’d have to get creative, maybe edge her for hours until she dripped wet and welcomed her man. I watched down below where her fingers dipped inside her pussy. “Do you think I’m gonna fit? I don’t think so. I think I am gonna have to force it to fit.”
My length glided on top of her tongue as I pushed to the back of her throat. Dewlyn choked up, so she tapped my thigh. I pulled back, but only enough for her to get some air. Then I thrust inside her mouth again and felt my balls tighten. I snuck a hand under her collar and squeezed.
Her eyes closed.
Dewlyn bobbed her head, sucking, gagging, and when tears streamed down her cheeks from the gags, I began to batter the back of her throat while squeezing it. Instead of panicking at the loss of breath, Dewlyn relaxed. This was a rush for her, yet different from the stunts she liked. My mate chased the rush, loved it and wanted more of it.
So I gave it to her. I pushed farther down her throat. I felt the small opening accommodate me, and I paused, gagging her with my dick pressed in the back of her throat and my hand on her neck. Under my palm, I felt myself inside. I squeezed.
She moaned.
I didn’t withdraw.
Her nails bit into my thigh.
I held still. “Yeah, that’s right, baby, hold it, hold it…”
Under me, Dewlyn’s face flushed. She struggled to breathe, nails carving marks into my skin, yet her eyes snapped open and locked with my feral ones, and she didn’t tap my thigh, didn’t try to tell me to let her go.
I pinched her nose.
Come on, Dewlyn.
Seconds passed, and I watched her intently, waited for her to tap out.
She never fucking tapped out.
And she wouldn’t.
I released her and stepped back.
Dewlyn bent over the tub and heaved breaths, her hair covering her face. I turned up the water spray and jerked myself. She stood, her feet shoulder-width apart. She wiped the saliva from her mouth. “I hate you.”
I smirked, finally seeing the spark in her eyes, the excitement, the need for me I’d seen the day I bought her. As much as I feared for her life while she skated, I lived to watch her eyes light up. I didn’t give a shit how many times she’d burn me, I lived for this fire, because I’d seen what happened when she’d first come here with her dull eyes and on a mission to drown in this very tub. Lucky for me, I confessed she was my mate and not just a pair, and that pissed her off so much, she found hating me worth living for. I didn’t mind.
Hate, like love, was passionate, and she hated the fact I knew what she liked and how she liked it. Dewlyn liked everything and anything that spelled danger, including loss of breath. Her gaze traveled to my dick, and I pumped faster. My balls tightened, and I gushed my cum all over her belly. Relieved, I groaned and leaned on my elbow. I wiped the water off my face then winked at her and said, “Next time, I’ll piss on you so I can track you down.” I sniffed. “With my nose.”