Assigned a Mate
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“Tark!” I cried as the base of it nudged into me.
“I believe the word I should be hearing from those pouty lips is master.”
Using his knees to nudge my own wider, he settled into the cradle of my hips, his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Did you touch yourself when you were gone?” He pushed forward, spreading me wide, stretching me open.
My eyes fell closed and I groaned.
“Did you?” he repeated, his voice rough like ground rocks.
“Yes!” I cried, because he pulled back and thrust deeply, finally filling me up the way I needed it.
He tsked me. “I thought your pleasure belonged to me, gara.”
“It does,” I gasped. “I couldn’t come. I couldn’t come without you. I thought of you. Of this, of your cock in me and I tried, but nothing worked. Oh, God, it’s so good.”
I had never been so filled before. The combination of the toy and Tark’s huge cock was enough to take me to the brink and over in only a few strokes. I’d been too needy for too long.
He crooned to me as I came, telling me how beautiful I was, how watching me come made him ready to come, too.
Once the fiery pleasure ebbed, he said, “I can’t wait any longer. Fark, the vibration is too much. You’re too much.” He leaned in and kissed my neck, licked the sweaty skin there, rubbed his chest against my sensitive nipples.
His hips moved faster and more frantic. I was going to come again the way he hit my clit with every deep stroke. “Tark, master… please!”
“One more, Eva. We’ll come together.”
As he gripped my ass, I felt the pain of his palms against my sore flesh. He angled me up and thrust in hard, rubbing a spot inside me that made me come. Tark groaned as I milked and squeezed his cock. His shout was loud in my ear, but I didn’t care. He was heavy on top of me, but I reveled in the heavy weight. It made me feel safe, and protected, and totally loved.
He lifted his hand and the vibrations in my ass and on my nipples ceased. I would have to learn how he did that. It was as if by magic. It felt like magic, this connection between us.
When Tark recovered enough to pull out, his seed slipped from me. He ran a finger through his sticky essence as he pulled the toy from me. I hissed out a breath at the feel of it, but missed it when it was gone.
“You are mine, gara.”
He lowered his head, kissed me. Savored me. Tasted me.
Lifting his head, he met my gaze. I stroked the lock of hair back from his forehead and watched as it fell back in place.
“And you are mine. Tark. High councilor. Master.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Grace Goodwin Links
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Grace Goodwin Links