A Mate's Bite(6)

By: Milly Taiden


God, she needed him inside her too. Digging her nails into the grass, she leaned down and waited. He slid his hands down her back, kissed her cheeks, and a moment later pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. His thick shaft stretched her as he took her in a quick thrust.

“Oh!” She whimpered low. Tension wound into a tight ball of need in her core. He drove forth and pulled back. Each slide slickening her pussy. Each thrust tore louder moans from her throat. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place. Another thrust. Harder now.

“Yes! God, that feels good.”

Her words seemed to propel him into increasing his speed. All she could do was enjoy the ride. His cock rubbed her pussy walls in a friction she’d pay to feel forever. A shiver raced down her spine, sparking never used pleasure cells to life. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock.

“Fuck!”

He dropped to all fours behind her, not once missing a beat. His body surrounded her, cocooning her in his warmth. It was sexy and erotic. The position wasn’t new, but it was Nate with his large body covering her with his heat that tattooed the moment into her brain. Unforgettable. His strokes continued in a rapid pace that increased the sizzle in her blood with each glide. She was lost to the sensations. Lost to how close she was to flying.

Then he did it again. He rubbed her super sensitized clit in quick flicks and sent her soaring.

“Oh. My. God!”

She was lost in the pleasure. In the bliss of adrenaline that filled her veins and took over. His teeth scraped the back of her shoulder in a bite that only enhanced her orgasm. Kept her mindless. His thrusts stopped suddenly, his body tensed, and then he growled.

“Mine. Only mine.”

His orgasm shook him hard enough she felt it when he plastered his chest to her back. The bite turned painful enough to make her scream louder as he filled her with his seed. For long moments she continued to have aftershocks of mini orgasms. To her pleasure, he continued to jerk in her channel. Her pussy squeezed at his cock not willing to give up a single drop of his cum.

When they could finally move, he turned her over to lay on top of him on the grass.

“That was…”

“I know.” He sounded more than satisfied with himself. She couldn’t fault him. She had no words.

“You know,” she said in a barely audible whisper, “I would’ve never imagined you’d do something that—”

“Amazing?” He chuckled.

She lifted her head from his chest and frowned at him. “Full of yourself much?”

“I think you should get a tattoo with my name on it.” He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You are drunk!” She accused, slapping his sweaty shoulder.

His laughter boomed with the rustle of the wind in the trees. His chest lifted her with each chuckle. “You should. You belong to me now.”

“Belong? Yeah.” She felt his forehead. “You’re either drunk or sick to be speaking that much nonsense.”

He had to be drunk. She’d been in love with him for years. And other than the kiss he’d given her during Ellie’s party, he’d never really done anything near like what he was doing now. A sound alerted her to turn toward the trees. The idea someone was near wasn’t one she liked. She hurried to dress before someone caught her naked.

“I’m going home, Spot.”

He helped her stand and cupped her face. “At least you’re not calling me Furball like Jordan does Aric. I’ll go see if there’s anyone in the area. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll take you home.”

She shook her head. “Not necessary. I’m…I need to think.”

“You’re not suddenly changing your mind about what happened here, are you?” He asked.