Soul
As I slide my breasts down his chest, I hold eye contact. If he wanted to stop me, he didn’t, and the chance to speak was behind us as I placed one hand on his shoulder and dropped my ass on his lap. I leaned back and placed one hand on his massive thigh, the muscles tensing beneath my grip. With a grace I’d practice and honed over the last two years, my hips swayed back and forth as I ground against him. My body moved on top of his and when I looked up at him, my breathing faltered. If possible, he looked angrier than he had before, but I kept up my movements.
“Mm,” I hummed.
His eyes darkened at the sound and a shiver ran up my spine. I liked that look in his eyes. There was something long, hard, and thick beneath me. I let out a slow breath as I felt it straining against his pants. Angry, or not, he wanted me. The material separating us was thin and I felt every inch of him a I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat. I brought my hips forward, my breasts bounced and his eyes dropped down, tracking the movement hungrily. He licked his bottom lip and the mental image of his pink tongue on my nipple was almost too much.
Not once had I thought that I would meet my mate here. My wolf purred and I wanted nothing more than to push my skirt to the side and take him. I wanted him to fill me, claim me, and make me scream as he pounded into me, but I didn’t. I did the opposite of what I wanted. I left my skirt right where it was and kept a nice slow rhythm, even as he hardened, and my inner slut told me to go faster. A slow sweet feeling started to build and I realized I was panting.
My cheeks flushed as obsidian eyes stared down at me. I gulped as I forced myself to breathe evenly, keeping up the slow torture of rubbing my drenching pussy over his hard length. I was close, way too close. I’ve never relieved myself using a client before. I’ve faked it of course, but never have I orgasmed while riding one and as much as I wanted to come all over him, I wouldn’t. I tried to switch it up, moving closer to him, I slid up and down on him, completely changing up the movement and rhythm.
I cried out as a bolt of electricity ran through my body as his large hand gripped my exposed waist. Before I could register what was happening, he was moving me. He pushed me back and brought me forward, his hardness sliding against my drenched skirt. I leaned back and gripped both of his thighs. I should stop him, fight for control, and set my own pace, but everything about him demanded my submission. I hated myself for it, but I wanted to give it to him. He moved my body in the same way I’d been doing so earlier, the rhythm was the same, but wasn’t. It was faster, harder as he brought me forward. All thoughts of taking control disappeared as I gave in to the sweet feeling of him sliding against my needy cunt. My thighs clenched on either side of him and I arched my back as my body tightened as I got closer and closer.
What’s one little rule?
“Please,” I whimpered.
“I don’t want to hear your voice,” he growled. I closed my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip as I stared up at him through my lashes. I was too lost to the feeling that was snaking up my body. He placed his free hand over my mouth and my eyes widened as he covered it. My brows furrowed as his words registered.
Why was he so angry?
Why could I practically taste the hate coming off of him?
And why did I like it so much?
This hate, this hostility was probably from finding out that his mate was a whore. I wasn’t, but what I was doing wasn’t proving him wrong. My chest rose and fell as he glared down at me. My fingers dug into his shoulder and his thigh flexed beneath my other one. I saw stars as he rubbed against me in just the right way. I closed my eyes and he growled. They fluttered open as my lips parted. I stared into his hate-filled eyes as he continued sliding me against his hard length. He clenched his jaw as he used me for his pleasure and I knew. If he were the devil, I’d sell my soul to him, and in that instant a muffled cry fell from my lips. I rode out my orgasm. I knew he hadn’t come and a delicious shiver ran through me as I imaged it, needed it.
Did he feel it?
This pull that tugged between us.
What would happen now that we’d found each other?
I wanted to talk to him, needed to, and I mumbled nonsense as pleasure spread through my body. He moves his hand from my mouth and wraps it around my neck, cutting off my air supply, cutting off my words. I should be scared, but I felt myself gush as I stared up at him. I shouldn’t like it so much, but Goddess, I did.
“I don’t want to hear any sounds other than you moaning, whimpering, groaning, and breathing. I don’t want to hear your voice, I don’t want to know what you’re thinking or what you want. Your desires, hopes and dreams are nothing to me. I only care about how my cock makes that pretty little pussy come,” he growled.
He looked down between us, and I followed his gaze. My hips continued moving as my greedy pussy clenched what she could. I was lifted into the air and I whimpered from the loss of him. He jerked his pants down, the button popped, the fly unzipping as he pulled out his cock. My jaw dropped and my mouth went dry as it sprung free. My insides clenched, Goddess, everything clenched as I stared at the precum that pooled at the top of his tip. He ripped my skirt and lined himself up and that’s when I realized what was happening, but it was too late. He impaled me on his hard cock.
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