His Chosen Mate (Complete- Standalone)

Chapter 30

I can feel Troy’s soft lips brush against my earlobe, his body pressed against mine as I sleep, I instictinvely arch my back, pushing my *ss into him.

“Troy?” I whisper, coming out more like a breathy moan then a question when his warm tongue takes my earlobe into his mouth.

“You’re not real, this is a dream.” My heart is fluttering in my chest.

Kissing my neck, he whispers back, “How I wish you could be mine, sweet Ashleigh.”

I roll over, his hot mouth moves to my breast, sucking and nibbling. When his teeth scrape over my n****e, I gasp at the sensation, my body convulsing, aching for him. “Troy” I whimper.

He catches the word in his mouth, his soft lips pressing hard against me, he thrusts his tongue between my lips. He nudges his knee between my thighs and I spread my legs to make room for him, the weight of him on top of me. How did he get in here? I question myself as he trails kisses and licks down my body, that force me to forget the hows and whys of why he is here.

His tongue and teeth making their way down my body, send shivers through my entire being. When he buries his face between my thighs, kissing my mound, before licking at my slit. I cry out his name again. His tongue lazily circles my c**t, with hard pressure, I whimper and lift my hips to meet his face. He lets out a soft chuckle. “My sweet greedy girl.”

He slides his hands under my ass, grabbing my hips and holding me in place, he has me angled just how he wants me. He buries his face between my folds, thrusting into me with his tongue and I cry out. I writhe underneath his touch, I am gasping, shuddering, crying out his name; swearing, moaning, feeling deleriously lost under his spell. He licks up and begins to circle my c**t again, taking it against his tongue with perfect rhythmic flicks. He is suckling on my cl*t as my thighs shake and vibrate, I beg him not to stop and then I org*sm in his mouth. He moves his hands, so one in lightly feathering my n****e and the other is sliding inside of me. I cry out, it is too much. But he doesn't stop, he gently, slowly pumps his fingers inside of me.

“If this is all we have, I am going to make you come and come and come.” He purrs. My fingers run through his hair and I find myself pulling on it as I am mindlessly crying out his name but he doesnt relent, still flicking his tongue back and forth over my throbbing cl*t, his fingers pumping inside of me, I feel another orgasm coming, I tell him so. Screaming for him not to stop, he increases his pace and I come apart on him again. He is growling and purring and groaning. “F*ck Ashleigh, you taste so good.” He moves on top of me again, kissing me passionately while sliding his c**k up and down between the wetness on my p*ssy lips. Every pass next to my engorged c**t, I tremble and cry out his name.

“You gonna let me fill you up?” I nod my head and whimper, tasting myself on his lips, a bit of guilt washes over me. This has all been about me so far and I am not a greedy lover, I want to please him to.

“I want to taste you.” I beg pulling my mouth from his, as I drag his bottom lip between my teeth.

“Not tonight my sweet Ashleigh, tonight is about you.” Without warning, he shoves inside me, with one sudden, forceful thrust and I cry out again. "Troy, Troy, Troy."

“Tonight I get all your orgasms. Keep screaming my name” He growls in my ear as he f*cks me hard and deep. Each powerful thurst of his hips, feels like my undoing. My n*****s dragging against his chest, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrap around him. Our breath shared as he hovers over my lips, pounding into me. I cry out as I come again, “You are so f*cking beautiful.” he whispers in my ears. My chest rising and falling rapidly with his.

I lie beneath him, trembling, panting, in a complete state of euphoria. He wraps his arms around me and rolls to his back, taking me with him. Our bodies still joined. I look down at him at him and position myself properly. My hands on his chest, I straighten upright, and position my knees to straddle him comfortably. He runs his hands up from my thighs, follows the curve of my body to my waist and rib cage then is cupping my breasts. He is still rock hard inside of me and as the pad of his thumb rubs roughly across my n****e, I grind my hips into him. I thought my energy was spent but his focus on me, the look in his eyes, I want him to come inside me. I begin to bounce up and down on his hard c**k, my thighs still trembling, I arch myself back, my whole body on view for him and he growls, he tells me how tight I am, how perfect I am, how beautiful I am and I believe him.

He grabs my hips and is pushing up, meeting my rhythm with thrusts up into me. Our bodies slapping together, he presses a thumb to my c**t and my v****a convulses, clenching around him in fast rhythmic pulses. I close my eyes, I’m screaming. He is grunting, rutting up into me and I feel like I might black out from the ecstacy. My whole body erupts and I can feel him jerking inside of me, his hot come spurting, coating, filling me. We both are covered in a sheen of sweat, I can feel it, taste it. He grabs me around the waist and rolls me to my side, keeping his c**k inside me. He settles a leg betwen my thighs as he moves one of mine around his hips. He nuzzles into my neck, a soft purr vibrating through us. “I never want to wake up.” He whispers.

I open my eyes to look at him, to ask if he thinks he is dreaming and find myself breathless, still dressed, alone, and in my own bed.