Mike [Wounded Hearts 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

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by Fel Fern


  “Oh yeah, please, fuck me good, baby.”

  Grinning at Bowen’s answer, he pushed in steadily. Bowen let out a breath as he passed the thick ring of muscle and he buried his way in.

  “So big, I feel so full.”

  “I’ll make you come soon, screaming out my name.”

  Bowen let out a shaky laugh. “Okay. Good.”

  He began to move, deep and deeper, settling on a steady rhythm which left them both panting. His inner tiger growled inside of him, eager, happy to have their mate making happy sex noises. Blanketing his body over Bowen’s body, he felt Bowen sliding his bound hands around his neck. That was okay, too. He kissed his mate, long and rough, thrusting his tongue down Bowen’s throat.

  Each time he breached Bowen’s body, a certainty took hold inside of him, reassurance that with his lynx, he was whole. Happy. Jolts of electricity started from his insides and went to his dick. His cock was steel-hard, ready to burst, but he kept at it a little longer so he could hear his little lynx scream out his name.

  “God,” Bowen whispered, pulling away from the kiss

  Mike knew what Bowen meant, because the pressure building inside him threatened to burst. He felt the fabric fluttering down his back. Bowen undid the restraint, to dig fingernails into his back muscles. He liked that, loved when his little cat turned wild and rough. Bowen’s pupils turned gold and he knew so was his.

  “Love you,” he whispered.

  “Back at you, baby.”

  They said no more, because the next time he pounded into his mate, Bowen gasped, eyes flying wide open. His abs tightened and his balls felt very full as Bowen’s inner muscles clamped hard on his prick. Knowing he brushed against Bowen’s sweet spot, he went for Bowen’s prostate repeatedly, until both of them were breathing ragged.

  Bowen made bloody scratches on his shoulders. He fucked his mate harder, breaching Bowen’s most intimate places. Close now. Bowen cried out at his last thrust, arching his back. He set his lips against his mate mark on Bowen’s neck, nibbling at it. Bowen came, painting his stomach and abs with cum.

  Mike pushed in several more times, before his vision blurred and the room fell from his line of sight. Tiny fireworks went off inside of him. Hammering inside Bowen several more times, he orgasmed, spilling his cum into Bowen’s ass. With a sigh, he collapsed on the side of the bed, wanting to keep his weight off his smaller mate. Seconds later, he recovered, and Bowen tucked his head under Mike’s chin, wrapping slender arms around him.

  Bowen purred happily and Mike reached down, playing with Bowen’s softening dick. Mike knew he could get Bowen’s prick to half-mast in seconds, but he made slow strokes instead. Bowen mewled against him.

  “Keep doing that, and I’m going to demand for round two soon.”

  “That sounds more like an incentive, rather than a threat, little cat,” he said against Bowen’s ear, loving how Bowen shuddered against him.

  Bowen playfully bit at his ear. “I’m ready.”

  He laughed, feeling like the luckiest tiger in the world. “Give me a few more seconds, little cat, and I’ll be rearing to go.”

  THE END

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