Midnight Caller
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Chapter 58
Master
Her pussy was massaging my cock and it felt amazing. She’d come hard around me, but I wasn’t going to let her stop fucking me until I was finished. She cried out my name too, and while that was not normally allowed, I decided that I loved it. I loved hearing that she was able to assimilate Sir with Oliver, and all while in ecstasy.
Even as her pussy clenched and contracted around my cock, I continued fucking her through her orgasm. Grabbing hold of her hips, I lifted her up and down, fucking my cock with her extremely tight pussy. It didn’t take long—not even a minute—until I was filling her pussy with my come.
I probably shouldn’t have come inside of her a second time, not with all that she’d been given already, but it felt so good. Again, she appeared sleepy, resting her head on my chest, until moments later she sat up and looked down at me. The look in her eyes was primal—pure Bocaj—and I knew I had to take charge fast. If I didn’t take control now, I wasn’t sure what she might do.
“On all fours,” I commanded, lifting her off of me and tossing her roughly on the bed. She scrambled to her knees and knelt with her legs shoulder width apart, turning around slightly to look at me. “Stay still,” I growled, smacking her ass roughly. A low rumble started in her chest as if to protest. I would be stopping that immediately.
She was clearly in primal form, and I was going take her—dominate her—the way males had claimed females for millennia: roughly and from behind. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head back, holding her in place. I nudged her legs slightly farther apart with mine, and in one swift motion, impaled her with my cock.
She screamed out in surprise and then gave into me as I physically dominated her. My hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair grabbed onto her hip and held her to me as I thrust into her hard and fast.
“You are mine!” I growled into her ear. “You belong to me.”
My pace was fast, much too fast for what I should be doing, yet she arched her back and screamed in pleasure. I did have to hold back some—she was human after all—but the increased strength of her body gave me much more freedom than I ever thought I would have with her, so I continued at that pace.
Her body began to still, and even the most primal part of her being gave in to me. Her screaming lessened and she began to moan in the most delicious way. My cock twitched as her pussy began to pulse.
I knew that I probably shouldn’t give her another dose of my come, but there was no way that I wasn’t going to make her mine once again, painting the walls of her pink pussy white.
My hand that was on her hip slid to her clit, and I began rubbing the swollen nub. Her body twitched, but I held her to me.
“Don’t you dare move. You are mine.”
She groaned but submitted.
“Whose pussy is this?” I growled into her ear, rubbing her clit harder while thrusting into her body.
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Whose pussy is this?” I growled louder, pinching her clit and slamming into her again.
“Yours!” she panted, her walls contracting.
“Whose pussy is this?” I yelled through clenched teeth as my balls pulled up tight to my body, still pounding into her.
“YOURS!” she screamed, coming all over my cock.
“DAMN FUCKING RIGHT, IT’S MINE!” I roared, pumping stream after stream of my come into her body.
“Yours…yours…yours…” she said, sinking to the bed, her ass still in the air.
Chapter 59
butterfly
“Yours,” I sighed. I was his. The words to explain it failed me, but the feeling was there. I was his. He’d claimed me in every way possible.
My body felt almost foreign, yet I was more aware of it than ever before. I could feel the slightest breeze on my skin, taste something in the air, and see more clearly than I ever had before.
“My butterfly, you are mine,” my Master whispered soothingly in my ear, lifting me up and pressing my back against his chest. He held me there for a long time, and although I felt completely energized, his body calmed me.
“Shhhhh, my little one,” he cooed in my ear, making me go limp in his arms. My body slowly sank back onto the soft mattress. His came with mine, never breaking contact. It wasn’t until that moment that I fully realized that his cock was still nestled inside of me. I could feel every ridge of it pressing against my soft walls.
He whispered sweet words into the back of my neck, kissing it between his soft overtures of love. When he rolled me to my side, I thought he was going to withdraw from me but he didn’t, instead spooning me tight. His right hand, which had been lying across my abdomen, began making lazy circles, driving me insane as it inched at a maddening speed toward my breasts.
My nipples had pebbled long before his thumb found its way to my peak. “Perfect,” he murmured, making me smile at his compliment. “Sexy.”
I felt his cock twitch inside of me, causing my heart to begin to race again. “Are you sore?” he asked me, his voice laced with concern.
“No, Master,” I answered truthfully.
“Mmmmmm, always ready for me,” he said, moving slowly in and out while still holding me tightly to him.
I couldn’t help the sound that came from my body. It sounded almost like a purr, because I was completely content.
His pace never quickened, just rocked gently as we were joined as one—his thick cock filling me completely. I could feel every ridge as it slid in and out of me. He would pull it completely out before pressing it back in, grazing my pussy lips each time and sending small electric tingles through my body. He ended his motion when his cock was pressed against the entrance to my womb, then started the blissful cycle again
For the first time all night, I thought about protection. Perhaps he’d taken care of it in some way. It didn’t really matter to me. I knew I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him—serving him, pleasing him—and if he wanted a child from my body, I’d willingly give him one.
It was amazing the clarity I had during that time, as I felt all of my senses working perfectly. I didn’t want it to end, and I wondered if we could do this forever.
“Babygirl, I want to look at you now,” he said, pulling back from me slightly, taking my right leg and raising it over his head so he could flip me onto my back.
I was beyond amazed at how he could keep changing positions while keeping himself inside of me.
It was different than the first time we’d had sex tonight. His forehead was pressed against mine, our noses touching. We made love like that—slow and sweet—for what felt like hours. Maybe it was. I was so lost in the feeling, so lost in his love; it could have even been days.
When I felt the tingling sensation start, it was very different from the orgasms I’d had tonight. Unlike the typical feeling of a wave crashing over me, it was more like a babbling brook running through my veins, tickling every inch of my body. It started out in my toes and fingertips, and moved in small pulse-like waves toward my core. By the time it reached there, I felt like I was holding a supernova that was ready to explode.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he said, giving me the permission I needed to allow my release. I saw white sparkles dance on the inside of my eyelids as I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Wave after wave of explosion left my body as liquid. With each thrust he made, I felt myself squirt onto him, covering him, covering us. He brought me to new heights, and I grabbed onto him tightly, not ever wanting to let go.
“I love you,” I whispered when I was able to speak again.
His thrusts, which had been slow and hard, became a bit more erratic. His cock began to swell, stretching the walls of my pussy to fit around him. My orgasm, which had reached its climax only moments earlier, was still pulsing through those walls, squeezing his cock tightly. Just when I thought my body couldn’t stretch to accommodate him any more, he removed his cock from my pussy and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I love you, too,” he said with strain in his voice. “I’ve marked you on the inside, making you mine. Now I will mark your skin.”
He held me tightly to him and, with his cock pressed between us, thrust a few more times until I felt his wet come spill onto our skin, joining us in yet another way.
Euphoria washed over me that was unlike the previous times he had come. Each of the other times, I’d felt energized. This time I felt content, at peace. When he had come, it was as if invisible strings had bound us tightly together. The force was much stronger than anything I’d ever felt. It was stronger than gravity as they reached out and connected us mind-to-mind, lips-to-lips, heart-to-heart, and groin-to-groin.
“Forever one,” he whispered onto my lips, putting my feelings into words.
“Forever one,” I echoed.
Chapter 60
Master
It had been a night like no other I’d experienced. I didn’t want it to end, but I also knew that my little girl and I had been going at it for hours. She would need her sleep and some recovery time.
I’d purposely withheld my come from her, giving her a chance for a bit of rest. I had every intentions of taking her again tomorrow—if she accepted all that I had to tell her, that is.
I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, our bodies still pressed together. She looked up at me with love in her eyes as she rested her head on my chest, right where my mating mark would have appeared if she were Bocaj. I swore I felt it tingle.
The woman in my arms was everything to me. I leaned down and kissed her, trying to convey everything that I felt.
I wanted to confess all of it in that moment. I wanted to tell her who I was, what I was. I wanted to tell her that she was my mate—to explain to her how special it was for Bocaj to find their true mates, and how we would be together for millennia if that were possible. I wanted to tell her everything, but words failed me. The only words finding their way to my lips, were the words that had started it all, “That was beautiful, butterfly.”
About the Author:
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgement
Copyright
dedication
Chapter 1 Sir
Chapter 2 butterfly
Chapter 3 Sir
Chapter 4 butterfly
Chapter 5 Sir
Chapter 6 Gabriel
Chapter 7 Sir
Chapter 8 butterfly
Chapter 9 Sir
Chapter 10 butterfly
Chapter 11 Sir
Chapter 12 butterfly
Chapter 13 Sir
Chapter 14 butterfly
Chapter 15 Sir
Chapter 16 Shane
Chapter 17 butterfly
Chapter 18 Sir
Chapter 19 butterfly
Chapter 20 Sir
Chapter 21 butterfly
Chapter 22 Sir
Chapter 23 butterfly
Chapter 24 Sir
Chapter 25 butterfly
Chapter 26 Sir
Chapter 27 butterfly
Chapter 28 Sir
Chapter 29 Shane
Chapter 30 Sir
Chapter 31 butterfly
Chapter 32 Sir
Chapter 33 Gabriel
Chapter 34 butterfly
Chapter 35 Sir
Chapter 36 Shane
Chapter 37 Sydney
Chapter 38 butterfly
Chapter 39 Sir
Chapter 40 Payton
Chapter 41 Sir
Chapter 42 butterfly
Chapter 43 Sir
Chapter 44 Gabriel
Chapter 45 butterfly
Chapter 46 Sir
Chapter 47 butterfly
Chapter 48 Sir
Chapter 49 butterfly
Chapter 50 Sir
Chapter 51 butterfly
Chapter 52 Sir
Chapter 53 butterfly
Chapter 54 Master
Chapter 55 butterfly
Chapter 56 Master
Chapter 57 butterfly
Chapter 58 Master
Chapter 59 butterfly
Chapter 60 Master
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