The Lycan King Faceless Mate

08

He didn't move to get his pants off. He just stood up right in front of me on the bed.

"Get on your knees and suck me," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

I didn't even wait for a second command. The heat in my blood drove me forward. I dropped to my knees on the mattress, reaching out to wrap both my hands around his thick, heavy c**k. I stroked him twice, feeling the veins throbbing against my palms. He reached down, gripped my dark hair tightly in his fist, and pulled my head forward, placing his length right at the front of my mouth.

I opened wide and swallowed him whole. He began moving his hips, f*****g my mouth with precise, hard urges that made me choke back a moan.

Before I could lose my breath completely, he gripped my waist and lifted me up. He shoved a pillow directly under my lower back, flattening me out on the mattress. He opened my legs wide, licked his palms, and brought one hand down in a loud, stinging slap against my bare ass cheek.

Smack!

I gasped as he began rubbing the thick length of his shaft directly against my dripping p***y, teasing the opening.

"f**k," I moaned, my fingers clawing at the sheets. "Please f**k me, please..."

He paused, leaning over me, his face inches from mine. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I want your c**k inside of me, please," I begged, my hips lifting on their own to find him. "Please, now."

He finally aligned himself and thrusted his hard length straight into me in one deep, heavy stroke. A sharp cry left my throat. It felt so good I felt like I was floating in the air.

"f**k, you're so f*****g tight," he muttered, pushing himself even deeper inside me, bottoming out against a deep spot that made me scream.

He smirked against the skin of my neck, pulled almost all the way out, and then thrusted back inside with full force, hitting the exact same spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"Oh shit... you are so good," I moaned, tilting my head back completely to give his mouth better access to my throat. His hands clamped hard around my breasts, squeezing them until they ached, before he moved one hand down to cup and bruise my rear, lifting me higher against him. At this moment, the entire world disappeared. It was just him, me, and our naked, sweating bodies in the dark.

He slammed his mouth back over mine, his tongue scraping the roof of my mouth as he dragged a long finger down the center of my p***y right where we joined, making me gasp. My back arched into a rigid line.

I moaned louder, anchoring my heels against his back, forcing him to speed up to a faster, more brutal pace. His fingers clenched so hard over my thigh that I knew it would leave marks, his hips moving in long, fast, heavy strokes that shafted me completely.

Before I could even process the rhythm, he gripped my waist and flipped me over onto my stomach, forcing me up onto my hands and knees. He grabbed both of my wrists, bringing them into the center of my lower back, and pinned them down with just one of his hands. With his free hand, he raised his palm and began spanking my bare ass in hard, rhythmic successions.

Smack! Smack!

I cried out in pure pleasure, the stinging heat mixing with the throbbing between my legs. I had never experienced this level of intense s****l torture before.

"Please don't stop," I whined, pressing my face into the pillow. "Please."

He let go of my wrists, his hands gripping my hips from behind as he slammed back into me, completely filling me. I tightened my arms around the pillows, trying my best to control my breathing as the friction brought me right to the edge. I was seeing stars behind my eyelids.

"c*m, I want you to c*m for me..." I choked out, my voice desperate.

I curled my toes into the sheets and arched my back on pure instinct. My heart was beating fast, it could explode anytime soon, as the two of us reached our climax at the exact same time. He let out a deep, gravelly groan, leaning his weight forward against my shoulder as he rode out the wave, thrusting gently until the trembling stopped.

He pulled away from my shoulder, his dark eyes looking down into mine for a split second in the dark. Then, he pulled completely out of me. I let out a small, pathetic whimper at the sudden feeling of being completely empty.

I had never felt this good before in my entire life. The intense heat in my blood was finally gone, replaced by a heavy, numbing exhaustion.

"Thank you," I whispered, my eyelids fluttering shut.

Through the blur of my vision, I watched his tall, shadowed figure move toward the small counter near the door. He reached into his pocket, took out a small piece of white paper, and dropped it onto the wood with a soft flick.

Before I could even think about what it was, my head hit the pillow, and I completely dozed off into a deep sleep.