by Jenika Snow
There she stood, in nothing by her little heels, her breasts shaking, her legs slightly spread, and her sweet pussy on clear display. The trimmed thatch of strawberry blonde hair that covered her cunt, hiding her pussy from his view, turned him the fuck on. He was used to seeing no pubic hair, because the females he had been with kept everything bared, but here was his mate, natural and delectable in every sense, and all other females seemed like bad, drunken nightmares.
Candace moved closer, so close that he got an unobstructed scent of her pussy. She smelled sweet and musky, and his mouth water and his canines lengthened. “Lie back, baby. Let me see between your legs.” God, she didn’t even question him, and that had male satisfaction filling him.. Maybe it was her need to do what her mate said, to allow the emotions and the chemistry that sparked between them to take control? He wasn’t going to fucking rationalize it, not when she was now on her back before him. Her swollen, pink, and wet pussy lips were parted, and her clit was protruding out in such a way that he wanted to suck it into his mouth until she came all over his face. God, this was going to be so damn good.
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Oh God. Trace’s breath was hot, and Candace could feel the hard pants brush along her pussy. She had to be stupid or insane, or hell, both, to be doing this. She had known the guy what, a week, and already she had her legs spread open for him on a stripper stage because he told her to? Ugh, she had never considered herself a weak female. Introverted yes, but weak no. Yet she had gone out with him after she told herself Trace Dakota was not the male for her. And then she had danced for him, as well as she could, but clearly he had liked it. She hadn’t missed his raging hard-on as he stood in front of her, looking up at her like he had some kind of claim on her body. Maybe he did, because she sure as hell felt like she had no control over what was going on.
When he placed his hands on her inner thighs, curled his fingers into her flesh, and leaned in so close she felt the lightest brush of his mouth against her pussy lips, everything inside of her stilled. For long seconds all he did was breathe against her, and when she lifted her head enough to look down at him, she was struck by the intensity of his stare. He looked like a man possessed, like he was about to do some very, very good damage, and she was going to have a front row seat of the delicious destruction.
“You smell so fucking good.” He lowered his eyes to between her legs and said, “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” Before she could answer he was talking again. “Yeah, you fucking know who your mate is, and who can take care of what you need.” He spoke to himself, but the words were so heated a small whimper came from her. He smirked but didn’t take his eyes off her pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was rest her head on the floor and curl her hands into fists. Trace gripped her hips and jerked her down the stage and closer to his mouth. The movement had her skin sliding along the floor, had pain racing up her back, but that faded away when he pulled her labia apart with his thumbs and placed his entire mouth on her. He used his tongue to lick every inch of her, used his teeth to tease the ultrasensitive flesh. He was an animal as he devoured her, attacked every part of her, and tortured her with his fingers. First he pushed one digit into her, then a second, and before she knew it he had three thick fingers wedged inside of her, and his mouth on her clit, sucking at her wildly.
“Mmm, you were made for me.” His words were muffled against her flesh, but he wasn’t talking to her, but making a statement to himself. Trace started pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in. Her inner muscles clenched around those digits of their own accord, and they both groaned. “That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking tight and hot, so damn responsive for me.”
He was too aggressive with his actions, too powerful as he kept her pinned to the ground with a heavy hand on her belly. He slipped his other hand under her ass and angled her lower half up and into his mouth. The pleasure was so mind-consuming that she couldn’t grasp reality, couldn’t draw enough air into her lungs, and didn’t know if she would survive once this was all said and done. She was embarrassingly soaked, could feel her juices slide from her body, coat her inner thighs, and slip down to disappear into her ass. Just as the pleasure started to dim, he scooped her into his arms and strode to the chair he had previously been sitting on. Once he was seated he positioned her on his lap. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart, Candace could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching despite having just climaxed. He was hard beneath her ass, so thick and long that she could feel every part of his dick and could only imagine what that would feel like as he thrust in and out of her. There was no doubt that he would deliver on his promise and fuck her good and hard. A male like Trace Dakota was feral and carnal, and no lovemaking or sweet words would come from him. She had known how dangerous he was when he stepped up to her at the bar, stopped her from dancing with a firm hand to her waist, and uttered those filthy words that had pissed her off and turned her on at the same time. He had looked into her eyes like he wanted her, like he wanted to run his tongue over every square inch of her body, and even though she had pushed him away, there was a very big part of her that just wanted to surrender to him.
He was raw and rough, weathered and intimidating. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and up until she had looked into his emerald eyes, Candace had kept mostly to herself. She was quiet and reserved, but that was how she had been her whole life, and that was how she liked it. Then came this overbearing polar bear who made her feel strange and excited, unbalanced and aroused.
“Look at you.” He roamed her face with his eyes, and when he settled his gaze on her mouth his cock jerked under her ass. “Thinking so much all the time.” He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. “Yet you give me everything I want.” He snapped his eyes up to hers, and right in front of her his pupils dilated until there was hardly any green left. Yeah, he was a hell of a lot more animal than human. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any intelligent words, he speared his hand behind her head and into her hair, gripped the strands in a tight, nearly painful hold, and jerked her forward. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss. The flavor of everything that was Trace, mixed with her musky arousal, was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck he growled low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her. He secured her wrists at her lower back with one of his hands, held her tight and used that leverage to pull her upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable, but when he lowered his gaze to her now jutted out chest, and saw how the position angled her pelvis more toward his crotch, she knew he had her right where he wanted her.
“Trace.” She breathed out his name, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her prisoner that kept her from falling onto the ground. He trailed his free hand down her belly, and when he was unbearably close to her clit that she felt heat spear from that one digit right into her, she held her breath and waited for him to end her madness.
Lowering his eyes to her pussy again he said, “Look at you, so greedy for me.” He moved his fingers through her folds, so agonizingly slowly that she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to squirm on his lap. Candace wished he would just fuck her with those fingers, but instead he lifted his hand up, showed her his now glistening digits, and brought them to his mouth. She knew how she looked as she watched him suck them into his mouth: shocked, aroused, and so damn needy for him. He sucked on them, moved his tongue between each one, and showed her with his actions and the animalistic noises that came from him that he was enjoying this a hell of a lot.
“Just take me, Trace. God, I can’t handle it anymore. Just make me yours.” He leaned in, and once again she was overcome with the scent
of their smells combined.
“You want my cock, Candace?” It was an open ended question. “I want you to know that if I take you, it will be on my terms. I won’t go easy, won’t whisper sweet words as I make love to you.” He pulled back only enough that he could grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you, and it is going to be just as hard and rough as that one word implies.” Her breath hitched, but his expression was unmoving. “Does that scare you? Do I scare you?” Yes and no, but Candace was quickly realizing that her perfectly safe little life was perhaps too comfortable. She liked feeling a little off-balance, like having that touch of fear when she looked at Trace. She never knew what would happen when she was with him. She should have said yes, that what he said frightened her, that he scared her, but she shook her head instead. He gave her that damn half smile, and she knew that although he probably scented every emotion moving through her, he wasn’t going to call her out on it.
Chapter Ten
Trace wasn’t about to fuck around any longer, because he wanted Candace too damn badly. He balanced her on his lap with one hand on her lower back, and reached between their bodies to pull out his cock. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, and when the silky wetness of Candace’s pussy slid along his length when she shifted, he had to grit his teeth not to thrust into her. “I can’t go slow, baby.” Her pussy was spread out before him, and he loved her in this position, loved that she was completely open to him.
“I don’t want slow, Trace.” His canines punched out, and his bear came forward in astounding speed.
“Baby, I need to feel you, need to have your bare flesh surrounding me. Will you let me?” He pulled her forward, rested his head on her chest, and breathed in her scent. Her nipples were right there for the taking, and his mouth watered for a taste.
“You’ve always used a condom, Trace?” He grunted his affirmation and ran his lips over a hard peak.
“The only time I didn’t use one resulted in Liam, but I have been checked since right before I was with you and am clean, Candace.” He took the tip into his mouth, sucked and nipped until she was rubbing her cunt on his cock, and knew he wasn’t going to last.
“I’ve never been with someone and not made sure they wore something, but I’m not on birth control.” At this stage in the game he didn’t give a fuck if she was on birth control. She was his mate. There was no other female him, and he would make sure she was with no other male.
“You’re it for me, Candace, and I won’t let you be with anyone else while I am still breathing.” He rubbed his face over her breasts, loved the little sounds she made, and grabbed the root of his cock. “Tell me it’s okay.”
“It’s okay. It is so okay.” She said the words fast and breathlessly. That was all he needed to hear. Placing the tip at her entrance, he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He lifted his hips, lodging the head of his cock in her body, but she was just as heated up as he was because she was already working herself down his length.
“God, Trace, I feel like you’re splitting me in two.” She said this, but didn’t stop pushing down on him.
“You fucking like my big cock in your cunt. You like that I am stretching your shit and making you work to take it all.” He was panting, feeling like if he didn’t have her he’d destroy something. When her pelvis met his, they both groaned out in unison. “You like it, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and her answering moan was enough to have him gripping her hips in his hands, and lifting her up until just the tip of his dick was inside of her.
“Yes, I like it, Trace. God, how I like it. You’re so big, and I feel so full.” His polar bear broke free, and by the way she widened her eyes, he knew she sensed and saw the change in his face. His muscles thickened, and he started pushing her down on his shaft and lifting her back up. He did this continuously until her tits bounced between them, her hair fanned out behind her, and his dick was slick with her juices. His cock thickened, and his balls drew up tight, but he wasn’t nearly done with her.
He stood and turned with her still in his arms and impaled on his erection. He grunted in distaste when he was forced to set her on her feet and their bodies parted. But he quickly turned her around, pushed her down so she had to bend over the chair to steady herself, and slammed his shaft back into her. She cried out when he bottomed out in her cunt in one, swift move. He pounded into her with, long, hard strokes, which had her pussy getting juicier with each thrust. “That’s it, Candace. God, you fucking take me so good. You’re so tight, so damn wet, and I’m never going to get enough.” He slammed into her especially hard, so much so that she fell forward, her chest pressed to the back of the chair. “Mine.” He roared out the word, and fucked her like he had never fucked another female before. “Say it, baby, say who you belong to, who your mate is, and whose pussy this is.” His orgasm approached, but he wouldn’t get off until she came again.
“Yours, Trace. I am yours. All of it is yours.” He reared his hand back and brought it down on the fleshy mound of her ass. Over and over he spanked her, alternating between cheeks until the blood rushed to the surface and she was thrusting back for more. His hand stung from the force of his actions, but his cock grew thicker because it was such a turn-on to see his mark on her. Candace begged for him and widened her stance to take everything he had to give. He roared out when her pussy contracted around him, and she milked him until his orgasm came rushing up. Before he came inside of her he pulled out gripped his cock, and stroked himself until his spunk spewed out and covered her ass and lower back. The sounds he made were coarse, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her, had her, and knew he’d never get enough. When his seed coated her pretty reddened flesh, he moved closer so his chest pressed against her upper back. Opening his mouth and licking a path up and down the tender line of the side of her neck, he sank his canines into her soft flesh. His scent came through in his saliva, seeping into her body and making it so his smell would forever be ingrained in her.
When there was nothing left for him to give, he took a step back and stared at his cum smeared across her lower body. She hadn’t moved, just breathed out and gripped the arms of the chair until her knuckles were white. “You have no idea how hot it is to see my cum all over you.” She slowly looked over her shoulder at him, and he saw the post euphoric glaze that covered her face. His mark was on her shoulder, and male pride filled him. Now every fucking male would know that she was his, and if they even thought about messing with her he’d fuck them up, and he wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left.
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Even a week after Trace had dropped Candace off at her home, she could still feel him between her thighs. Never had she been with a male that was so … endowed. He was long and thick, and the head had been thicker than the rest of him. She couldn’t get the experience out of her mind.. She sat in front of her computer, staring at the same balancing report for the last hour because all she could think about was her mate. Her cell vibrated on the desk beside her with an incoming text.
Trace: Tried to call you, baby. You good?
She had just turned it on ten minutes ago because Melissa kept calling her wanting the juicy details on what had happened with her and Trace. Candace hadn’t even said that she had been with him sexually, because her face had said enough, and Melissa had scented the truth.
Sorry, phone was off so I could get some work done, but I can’t focus ;)
Trace: Me either, baby. I keep thinking about that hot little pussy of yours
God, she was getting aroused all over again, and all it had t taken was one text message from him.
Trace: How about I pick you up after I close?
Even through the text she could hear the low rumble of his voice, and knew exactly what he wanted to do when he did pick her up. It wasn’t a lie. She wanted him, too.
What time do you get off?
Trace: Whatever time I’m with you
Oh my God. She laughed out loud. It was hilariou
s that a grown male in his forties could say something so juvenile. Before she could respond her phone vibrated with another text.
Trace: I know U R laughing at my childish ass :-) I’ll be at your place at 10, and pack a bag for the night, baby
Seeing his little smiley face had her grinning, and reading that he wanted her to pack an overnight bag had her heart racing. They had been intimate plenty of times in the last week, so many times that she was a bit sore, in fact, but the idea of sleeping next to him in his bed thrilled her, and she felt like a teenage girl all over again.
Can’t wait
She had no intentions of waiting until Trace came to her. Instead she would make a surprise visit to Dakota Dark’s, maybe minus panties, and show Trace that she could control a few things as well, most importantly him.
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Trace filed away the last liquor requisition form and leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked from his weight. He had been hard constantly since finding Candace, and to say he was uncomfortable was an understatement. The sound of the rock music coming through the closed door was not nearly as muted as he would have liked. It was already half past nine, and he had been ready to go get his mate since he fucking got to work, even if he had just seen her this morning. He had three messages from Mandy, the waitress that worked during the day, saying that Karla had tried calling him. He hadn’t returned her calls, had nothing to say to her, and needed her to get the fuck out of Sweet Water. There weren’t any doubts that she was trying to weasel her way back into Liam’s life, and her persistence in trying to contact him told him she was most likely trying to do the same to him.