“Fuck,” he growled, his abs tightening, his hands clenching. He pushed up just enough to work his pants down over his hips, then dropped back down. With his hand at my waist, he picked me up, and since I still gripped his glorious cock—thick and long with a broad crown—I was able to position him at my entrance.
I pushed down onto his lap as he thrust up.
We cried out in sync. He was so big I had to take a second to adjust. I felt stretched to the brink of pain, he was that big.
“You’re so tight.”
His fingers clenched my hips as we both held still.
I leaned in, kissed the center of his chest. Then I began to need more. I tried to lift my hips, but he held me in place.
My chin went up, and I looked into his fathomless dark eyes. Sweat dotted his brow. His jaw was clenched.
“Don’t,” I whispered.
A dark brow went up. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t hold back.”
He studied me for a second as if ensuring I spoke honestly, then gave the slightest of nods. He lifted me up, then let gravity lower me again. He thrust his hips and went deep.
I hooked my legs about his waist, crossing my ankles at his back. Then I did the same with my arms around his neck as I kissed him. He fucked me—I had no leverage to do it on my own—rough and hard. Wild and deep.
I moaned as our tongues tangled, as his hands shifted to my butt.
The way he was circling me as he fucked me onto him, my clit rubbed against him just right, and he pushed me to a second orgasm even more intense than the first. When I came back to myself, he’d slowed his motions, filling me gently, letting me ride out the pleasure.
“You coming is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
My smile this time felt pleasure drunk and wilted. “What about you? Did you—”
“No. We’re not done, bondmate.”
He lifted me so I came off him. I gasped as he slipped free, but I was like a doll in his strong hands and he flipped me around so I was facedown on the bed. The bed dipped and an arm came beneath my waist and banded about me, lifting me onto my knees.
His cock filled me from behind and I moaned.
“Alex, it’s too much.”
He leaned over me as he moved his hips, taking me again. I was so wet, his passage easy.
“Never, bondmate. It will never be enough.”
I lost track of how many different ways he took me that night. We’d fall asleep, and he’d awaken me with his head between my thighs again. Or fingers playing with my nipples. Or him wrapping my hand around his hard cock.
All I knew was that when he finally let me rest, I had no doubt he thought me beautiful. That I was his. That our pair bond was… incredible.