Chapter 52

*mature *
Samira
“So are you going to be my bad girl?” He looked almost like a different person… My mate is usually so well behaved and self-controlled…. Yet now… it seemed I finally roused the bestial side of him…
He used a claw to cut his belt in half. “Do you want the pain too?”
Tyson’s eyes changed the hue of the room… Usually when they’re red the glow persists, however at the moment…. *everything* in the office was tinted red.
“I want it all.” I said knowing why he still held his belt… The leather he cut was put in my mouth, and I was excited…
“What’s your safe word?” He snarled. It was a low rumble when he put his right hand on my butt cheek. He massaged it gently, before the sting made me gasp.
“Frisbie.” I said blurting the first word I could think of… He leaned in, and took a deep sniff of my mark spot… I was melted butter already…
“I’m going to take my time.” He gave the left cheek a small tap, and massaged it…. How he was able to have so much control that I barely felt it... I didn’t care.
He kept alternating between them, and I could feel my wetness it the floor… this felt great. Each tap shocked my core with waves of needing more, and I felt… almost hungered for sex. It wasn’t heat, but I wanted release… I didn’t realize how pent up I was too.
“Have your way with me your highness. Use me up until you’re empty.” I panted.
“Oh I intend to.” He said putting a single finger in me. He lazily pumped it, making me arch my back. “You’re already wet enough… let’s stretch you out too.” He walked around, but I paid attention too was his bouncing cock… It was ready too…
“Don’t deny yourself. Have me.” I said pushing my butt in the air while I held his desk… If he wanted me to be a little whore, I was worked up enough to want to be 10 times over.
He held a large, flesh colored, foot long vibrating cock… It was as big as him, likely ordered from a specialty store…. He let it thud on the table, and got lube out too…
I silently watched him ready it, and when he came round, he put a clawed hand on my back. “Again I ask, do you want this?” I turned around to look my mate in the eyes… He looked like a legion general, and I was sentenced to be devoured…
“I do.” I confirmed. He was rough, wild, but still a gentleman.
He twisted it inside me as it entered, so that I could feel it’s girth fill me, then almost exit. Stuff on the desk fell off or was jostled around, but we didn’t stop to fix it. I didn’t know if I could stretch any more, but I silently hoped there would be. I’d already cum once, and when he grabbed the back of my neck, I could feel him rest his real cock on top of my back….
I climbed the summit and looked at the horizon. It was almost there, but not quite… It felt good, and he rammed me, but not like he could…
That was what I really wanted.
It was turned on, and the sensation was what I needed to release with a scream. “More!” I screamed unable to get enough…. I needed it to be his cock. My entrance wasn’t satisfied.
I almost fell over spasming so hard if not for him.
He caught me, taking the toy out, and spun me around.
“Hold onto my horns.” Tyson snarled, and put himself in me while still standing. Gravity firmly had him in me, and he held his hands under my knees. I was wide open for my mate, who was his true height. I looked him in the eyes; they blazed with mischief. “Ready?” He asked.
“Fuck me Tyson.” I said being rammed into.
He held my legs open slamming into my core with the force of a demigod. He didn’t hold back, and he didn’t hesitate to pull almost all the way out, and go back in, slapping the wall of my core. “Ah.” I screamed, and he grumbled a roar that shook the desk.
Any papers that were left on the table were gone when he took a few steps forward. The door wasn’t as closed as I thought it was, opening from the ruckus we were making…
“Harder.” I hummed through a moan, and he chuckled.
“As you wish.” He pounded my entrance with powerful, commanding arm strokes. Each one sent me into the air a bit, so I could ram into him with my own momentum. I weighed nothing, and he fucked me like a flashlight.
I didn’t even care, I’d swore.
“Fuck.” I yelled, and my mate leaned into me. His pumps were getting faster and erratic. I could see his mouth was open as he drilled into me. The reflection of the computer reflected the mess we’d made.. “Fuck me!”
I could see his fangs and strained face.
I turned my head for him, feeling his hot bite and hotter cum. He pinned me against the desk and pumped into me with enough force to knock the computer over. We panted there a moment, and shared a kiss. This one was the more controlled one I’d known…
“I take it back.” He said with a sly grin. “But I still won.”
“Like I didn’t too!” I said pressing my forehead to his…