by Jenika Snow
This felt good, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.
He placed his hands on either side of my outer thighs, slowly moving them up. His hands were warm and big, making me feel every inch a woman. They were real man hands, ones that knew what it meant to work hard.
He groaned. “I can smell how much you want me, mate. I can smell how sweet your pussy is, how wet and ready for me.”He pressed his dick into the crease of my ass. “Fuck, your ass is perfect, nice and round, like a fucking peach.” He leaned in so his lips were by my ear. “And I fucking love peaches, baby.” His words were low, and he squeezed his fingers on my thighs again. “I’ll make this good for you, be gentle this first time, Rue.”
Damon moved down the length of my body until I felt his warm breath along the top of my ass. He kissed and licked my flesh and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds. When he spread my bottom and the cool air moved along the crease, I let out the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.
He groaned, and I knew he was staring at the area he’d exposed. “You’re so fucking juicy for me.” He speared a finger through my slit. “Ask me for it again, mate.”
“Please,” I begged, unashamed.
Damon spanked my right cheek first, the sound of flesh being hit echoing off the walls. I’d never thought this would turn me on, but it seemed everything Damon did had that effect.
“Your body craves me, knows I’m the only one who can ever sate it.” He rubbed me between my legs again, proving I was even wetter after he spanked me.
At the first touch of his tongue on my pussy, I couldn’t contain the cry that left me. And then he feasted on me like I was his last meal. Damon licked up the center of my pussy, and I cried out from the pain and pleasure coalescing into one.
“Yes.”
He groaned against me, the sloppy sounds of him eating me out filling the room.
I clenched the sheets beneath me, needing something to hold on to. I shifted slightly, my ass ending up being propped up more, obscenely shoved in Damon’s face.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking it, baby.” He licked at my pussy harder, faster, sucking my clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth. That was the end of it for me. I came for Damon.
When the tremors in my body stopped, Damon pulled back but wasn’t nearly done with me, apparently. He pushed my legs open more, and before I could contemplate what was happening, he had me flat on my back again. He bent down between my thighs and had his mouth right back on my pussy.
Damon was relentless as he rubbed my clit, moving that thick digit around the opening of my body, not penetrating me but promising he could take me any way he wanted. And I yearned for that.
“You want me inside?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
He started to penetrate me with his finger, just one, and very slowly. Damon wasn’t harsh or demanding. He took his time, making me beg for more. For him.
And then he had his mouth on my clit once more. I didn’t know how much I could take.
The sound of his voice made vibrations on my clit, and I moaned out for more.
He murmured incoherent things against my flesh. But I heard one thing clear as day: “Mine.” He started sucking especially hard on the little nub, and I came again for him.
When my pleasure receded, we were both panting harshly.
I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, that dark, intoxicating aroma. It felt so good to have him hold me, to have his big arms wrapped around me, making me feel protected and cared for. When I opened my eyes again, it was to see Damon staring down at me.
I took a moment to just look at him, at the way his body was so big and powerful, how I imagined he could crush anything that stood in his way. I felt myself become even wetter, desperately wanting him inside me. I watched as his pupils dilated, a dangerous aura surrounding him.
“Rue,” Damon said softly, with heat. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring slightly, and a tingle spread through me at the knowledge he was taking in the fact that I was wet for him, that I wanted him desperately. This low, animalistic sound left him. He had his head lowered, running the tip of his nose up the length of my throat. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again.
“I can smell how much you want me, mate,” he said in a deep whisper.
He cupped my cheeks in his big hands, leaned back, and looked into my eyes. I felt his calluses, this masculine feeling that had my inner muscles clenching.
Warmth spread through me.
He lowered his gaze to my mouth. Damon moved his hands down my face, stroked his fingers along the sides of my neck, and continued lower until he gripped my hips. I didn’t know if I’d stopped breathing or was hyperventilating in that moment. Everything was a blur of ecstasy.
He kissed me while he did this, stroking his tongue over my lips before delving it into my mouth. He flexed and released his fingers on my hips, and I knew this mating would cement every single thing I knew about the world, about my life.
The fire running through my veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished, and I didn’t want it any other way.
He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
I breathed out heavily, because at the moment, it was all I could do. Damon made me wet and so ready to take him into my body. I felt like I was losing all control.
A shiver worked its way through me, and I didn’t stop myself from grabbing his head, tangling my fingers in his short dark hair, and pulling his head back until I could look into his eyes.
His nostrils flared slightly, his mouth parting from desire. I took control of the kiss now, giving back just as fiercely as Damon had. He groaned against my mouth and grabbed a chunk of my hair, pulling the strands until pain mixed with the pleasure.
After long seconds, he finally broke the kiss.
I moaned in disappointment, but then when he ran his tongue back down my neck and along my pulse, that disappointment turned into pleasure.
“I’m going to mark you so fucking good.”
He was rock-hard, so big and thick that wetness coated my inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over my ass, down the back of my thighs, and gripped behind my knees. Before I knew what was happening, Damon had his hand between my thighs once more. It didn’t matter how much he touched me, how many times I got off… I felt like I needed more.
“Damon,” I said and closed my eyes as his big fingers found my soaking slit. I wrapped my thighs around his waist. He claimed my mouth once more, and speared his tongue between my lips.
I moaned and grabbed on to his shoulders for support. Our breathing mingled, and for that moment, we were one.
“We’re perfect for each other, Rue.” The way he murmured those words against my lips nearly had me getting off.
I shivered at his possessive demeanor. “Yes. Yes we are.”
My gaze drifted farther south, leading to what I wanted most at the moment.
Yeah, I was going to move this along, going to actually give my virginity to my bear-shifting mate. Because not doing this wasn’t an option.
Chapter Ten
Damon
Fuck, Rue was all mine.
Mine.
I was trying to rein in my desire for her, to go slow, make this sweet and soft, gentle. But fuck, I couldn’t.
Her naked body called to me in the most primal of ways. I heard her swallow, saw the slender line of her throat work up and down.
“My mate…” My throat was fucking tight, dry. “I could try to have my fill of you, but I’d never be sated.” I lifted her head with my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me.
When Rue licked her lips, I was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I was an obscene fucker. I reached out and pushed a piece of her hair from her forehead. “Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered.
Without any hesitation, she said, “I’m yours.”
That
pleased me so fucking much. It pleased me so much I actually growled from it.
I smoothed my hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist.
“I’m only yours,” she moaned.
I leaned in farther and moved my tongue along the seam of her lips. Her flavor was addictive, exploding along my taste buds. And when she started kissing me back, I didn’t stop the groan that left me. I forced myself to break the kiss and trailed my lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, Rue. So fucking hard for you all I want to do is fill you with my seed.”
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation and everything that turned me on. I slipped my hand behind her nape, curled my fingers into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse, which beat rapidly beneath her ear. I pulled her closer so I felt her breasts press to my chest. Hell, I swore I felt her heart beating against mine. A low growl left me, one I couldn’t stop.
I kissed her neck and nipped her lightly, my canines aching to pierce her flesh. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Always.”
“Yes,” she murmured. Rue dug her nails into my body, and the sting of pain mixed with my desire. My cock jerked.
I knew I had to claim her now. I’d been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see I could be gentle and give her the time she needed. She held the cards, pulled the strings, but right now, I was fighting with my desire and primal need to make her mine irrevocably.
I dragged my hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. I thrust my pelvis forward, grinding my cock into her softness, unable to stop myself from groaning.
I sucked at her neck, dragged my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness, grinding myself against her, because I was so fucking horny for her. I let my canines run over her soft, fragile human flesh, my mouth watering to taste her, to puncture her skin and mark her.
Pulling back was hard as hell, but I managed to do it, to breathe in deeply. I looked down at her body then moved back up, memorizing every part of her, and finally stopped at her breasts once more.
I was going to devour her.
I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered my head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Damn, her flesh was sweet, addictive.
Mine.
She gasped and moaned out, “That feels so good.”
My cock grew harder at her admission. I took hold of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulled at the already taut flesh, and listened to her groan in pleasure. I was shaking with the force to keep calm. And when I lowered my head, removed my hands, and sucked at one of her turgid nipples, she pushed her chest farther into my mouth. After a few seconds, I let go of her nipple with an audible pop, stared at the pebbled peak, and saw how red and wet it was.
My dick was so hard it ached, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body, ready to fill her up with cum. Right now, all I wanted to do was attack her like the animal I was, to fuck her hard and rough, just like my bear wanted me to.
I parted her legs with my hands on her knees and forced her to become obscenely wide for me. And then I stared at her pink, wet center, her pussy a work of fucking art. I felt like I could snap right then and there.
I need to go slow, to be gentle.
When I took hold of my dick and started stroking myself from root to tip, unable to control my need to touch myself as I looked at her, I felt copious amounts of pre-cum line the tip. My seed covered my palm, and I used it as lubrication.
I was so fucking close to coming, my balls filled to the max with my need for Rue.
“Touch yourself. Do it for me. Let me see how much you can please yourself.” And that was the last thing I said before I stood back and waited for her to do just that.
Rue
There was no way I was going to deny him, to deny me. I touched myself, showed him the most intimate part of myself, my virgin pussy. I wanted to please him, wanted to make Damon desire me as much as I wanted him.
I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. It stood hard between his muscular thighs, pointing right at me, the slit at the tip glossy from his pre-cum. God, he was so… masculine. All male.
“You like what you see, female?”
I nodded instantly.
Damon stroked himself in slow, lazy motions, his focus on me.
“Say it.”
Even more clear fluid dotted the tip of his cock from his arousal, and I finally lifted my gaze from his impressive length to look at his face. “I like what I see,” I whispered.
He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the bed and kept his gaze trained between my splayed thighs. On instinct, I started to close them.
“No, Rue. You keep those fucking pretty thighs open for me.”
God. Yes.
His muscular chest clenched as if he couldn’t contain himself, couldn’t control himself. He stroked his cock a little faster, the sound of his palm moving over his flesh filling my head in an obscene auditory orgasm. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him jerking off.
“What do you want?”
“You,” I cried out in pleasure.
Damon stroked himself a couple more times before groaning and moving onto the bed with me once more. He placed his hands beside my hips, and I felt myself grow wetter at how big he was hovering over me, at how powerful he looked.
The way he watched me made me feel desire like I’d never felt before. I realized Damon was the only man I’d ever wanted, the only male I’d ever want.
“Tonight… tonight, I finally claim you, and finally I’ll know what my mate feels like, how tight you are when I thrust my cock deep in you and fill you with my cum.” He sounded so fierce, so sure of everything right now.
He didn’t make me wait long before he claimed my mouth, forcing me to take all of him. And God, did I want that, did I want all of him. His flavor was sweet and spicy. I couldn’t help but make this small noise in the back of my throat, this sound of pleasure. I wasn’t able to stop myself. But it was as if that small sound was his breaking point. He snapped. I felt his bear rise up, could feel that animal push forward.
He moved his hand behind my head to cup it, tangled his fingers in my hair, and forced my head back. My throat was now arched, bared for him. He broke the kiss and panted. I felt the hot, hard length of his cock press between my thighs as he kissed my neck, licking the skin. I wanted to feel him stretching me, pushing into my body until I ached, making me feel full and complete… owned.
“So good, Rue. You feel so good.” He reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I gasped involuntarily. Everything inside me stilled, tensed, and I panted with anticipation, with excitement. He pulled back, looked into my face, and the fierceness that covered his expression made me picture his animal right in front of me, baring his canines, showing me how fierce he really was.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
He growled low. “You. Only you. And I’m taking what belongs to me, my female.”
I licked my lips compulsively.
“So are you ready for me, mate? All of me?”
I nodded, unable to actually say the words.
As he stared at me, he pushed into me in one fluid motion, causing my back to arch and my breasts to thrust out in need. He claimed me, my virginity, my innocence. He groaned above me, his eyes closed, his body taut. I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my ass when he was fully inside me. He stilled, and I knew he was letting me adjust to his size, his thickness. I felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that I couldn’t catch my breath.
When he started moving in and out of me, faster and harder with each passing second, I reached out and grabbed onto his biceps, digging my nails into his firm, warm flesh. He breathed hard, heavy, keeping his eyes closed.
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sp; Sweat covered his face and slid down his temples, turning me on even more. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, as he tried to control himself.
“Damon. I need you.”
“Fuck,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.
I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his thickness, and we both grunted in pleasure.
“Rue, mate, watch as I claim you.”
I gasped slightly. When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of my body once more, I rose up and braced my elbows on the mattress, wanting to watch him as much as he wanted me to see what he did to me... watch as he fucked me.
I stared between my thighs, where I could see his massive dick shoved inside me. And when Damon started to pull out, I could see how wet his length was from how soaked my pussy was.
“So fucking tight, Rue. God, you’re so fucking primed for me.”
He moved in and out of me slowly, making love to me, sweat dripping down his temples and his chest. With each passing second, he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me, and all I could do was curl my nails into his biceps and hang on.
“Yes,” I moaned and let myself fall back on the bed, closing my eyes and opening my mouth as I felt ecstasy consume me. He went primal on me then, the sound of our wet skin slapping together filling the room, making it so that was all I heard.
“I need to feel you get off for me, Rue. I need it.”
Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Damon pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.
A gasp left me at the sudden feeling of emptiness and at the quick movement, but Damon didn’t make me wait long to feel full, to be stretched once more. He palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I moaned from the pleasure and pain.
“So fucking perfect. You are so fucking perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up so I was now on my hands and knees. He was so rough, so alpha. I looked over my shoulder and saw him lean back, watched as he stared between my legs, where my pussy was on display.