The Mate Challenge

4

This was new in him. There was power and command in his touch. His kiss was like a brand from her lips scorching down her veins. There was a flurry of movement. She was on her back on his bed. His lips were still on hers, owning her. She groaned, widening her legs and curling them over his powerful thighs. His erection pressed at the center of her heat.

Her body craved his touch. He lifted her hands above her head and rocked his hips into hers. She gasped into the ravenous kiss. Her panties were soaked with her need. He did that to her every time. No matter how often they had s*x, he’d always made her wet with a kiss of a slow touch.

White-hot need took hold of her. Another twirl with his tongue over hers and then he bit on her lip. She moaned, sucking his tongue and urging him to continue his sweet torture. Something wound around her wrists. Her eyes jerked open and she stared into bright golden eyes. He pulled away from her lips, all the while licking his own as if he’d just tasted something delicious.

A panty-dropping smile curled his sinful lips. “Don’t move.”

She frowned and glanced up. He’d slipped her hands into ties that looped around her wrists and bound her to the bed posts. She met his smiling gaze and frowned. “What are you doing?”

He lifted a hand and she watched as his normally long fingers turned into sharp claws. He brought the claws down on her tank top, curling them on the thin material and tugging.

Rrrrip

He sliced through the top, cutting through the center of her bra as well. Her n*****s puckered tight at the caress of warm air that hit them as the bra fell to the sides.

A soft moan left her lips. “Mason...”

“Shhh. If you only knew how f*****g perfect you look right now.”

The rough sound of his voice sent lust from her n*****s down to her c**t. He sucked one of her n*****s into his mouth, laving the little tip with his tongue. Her body heated and tension immediately coiled in her core. She groaned. Christ he was good at that. The way he flicked his tongue back and forth made her p***y slick with need.

He cupped her breasts with his hands, tweaking and fondling her. “I love to hear you moaning when I touch you.”

A gasp rushed up her throat. Lord have mercy. His touch sent tiny explosions down to her p***y. Her insides throbbed with the need to be filled.

“Mason, please. I need you inside me,” she begged, tugging at the ties.

He kissed his way down her belly. At one point she worried over how he saw her. Was she too fat with her belly rolls and too wide hips? But the way he groaned, kissing and nibbling down her body told her all she needed to know. He liked it. If his growling wasn’t enough, he was a vocal lover.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he murmured. “Let me take a peek at your wet p***y and that sexy ass.”

Yeah. Vocal. She opened her large thighs wide, loving the heated look he gave her p***y. She’d lost shyness the first time he’d licked her p***y and said he was addicted to her taste.

He pressed an open mouth kiss on her waxed mound and nibbled on her flesh. She wiggled on the bed. Her need for him shot up to the stratosphere. He draped her thighs over his shoulders and lowered his head between her legs. Not being able to hold him only increased her arousal. He licked her all over, dipping his tongue into her ass and biting on her cheek.

“f**k, baby. You taste so good. I can lick your sweetness all night.” He growled, the vibration shooting sparks of pleasure through her blood.

She lifted her ass a little, looking for him to shove his sinful tongue into her channel. Christ, she loved it when he did that. It felt f*****g amazing to have him f*****g her with his tongue.

As if he’d read her mind, he thrust his tongue into her, licking and suckling at her folds.

A short, husky scream rolled off her lips. “Oh, God...”

There wasn’t need to wait long. Mason pressed his nose on her c**t at the same time he f****d her with his tongue. He drove in and out of her with quick drives and shook his head to add tension to his nose rubbing her c**t.

She gripped the ties holding her hands hostage and gasped. Her legs shook as the beginning of her orgasm shot through her. Her belly quivered, her p***y grasped at his tongue. Oxygen pounded hard in her chest. She gasped on a moan, feeling her body unravel so fast she saw stars.

The tension inside her broke. A wave of pleasure sent moisture down her channel. She hadn’t realized she’d shut her eyes, but when she opened them, he was gripping his c**k between her legs.

She loved looking at him naked. He was so f*****g hot. Oh, mother of vibrators was he sexy. “Mason, let me touch you.”

His lips twisted in a delightful grin. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”

“Then f**k me already,” she ordered. “I’m dying here.”

He chuckled and fingered her p***y, pushing a digit deep into her. She flexed her vaginal muscles around his finger, gripping him tight.

“f**k! You’re soaked. And ready.”

Hell yes. She was beyond ready. “I need you.”

She bit her lip as the head of his c**k pressed into her. “Ah. Emma. Sliding into you always feels like home.”

Hell, he said the most romantic things. With a slow thrust, he pushed further in, until he was buried in her, balls deep. He lifted her legs to face straight up on his chest with her feet by either side of his face. He pulled back and thrusted. The position made her feel like he was so deep inside her it almost hurt.

He drove in harder. She gasped at the feeling of fullness and then the growing pleasure from every drive. Her legs started to feel shaky. He moved her legs to his sides and dropped over her, pushing deeper into her p***y.

“Your p***y’s so hot.” He growled. He panted another groan and continued pushing in and out of her. Deeper. Harder. “Squeeze my c**k with your p***y, Emma.”

She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t her body wound quickly in the search of another orgasm.