“No. Turn around.”
He’d taken her from behind many times. It was one of Beth’s favorite positions, so she didn’t hesitate to roll onto her stomach and push herself on her hands and knees. She wiggled her butt for him, and chuckled when she heard him grunt. The chuckle turned into a needy moan when she felt the tip of his huge cock press against her entrance. She relaxed and focused on receiving him, focused on the sensation of her pussy swallowing his shaft inch by inch.
It didn’t hurt. It had hurt the first few times, but her body was now used to his. Her pussy craved to be filled by that large cock that could rub all the right places inside her at the same time. They were made to be together, and now Beth knew it just as she knew that she loved him, and he loved her. They were fated mates, and no one could convince her otherwise.
He penetrated her gently, but when there were only a few inches left, she groaned with impatience and thrust back against him. That drove him in balls deep, and he had to dig his fingers into her thick thighs to stop himself from climaxing. Her pussy squeezed him just right, throbbing as it tried to milk him already. He took a deep breath, pulled out a few inches, then pushed back in, making her moan and whisper his name.
He loved hearing his name roll down those beautiful lips of hers. He reached around her and took hold of one breast, careful not to knead it to roughly. He knew her breasts were sensitive, and he couldn’t abuse them no matter how fascinated he was with their increased roundness and heaviness. He felt a new kind of reverence toward them, knowing their purpose was to feed their baby. For as long as that happened, he would be gentle and caring, and focus his passion on other parts of her body that he worshiped equally.
“Please, Uthar,” she whispered. “I need this... Hard, fast... Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He leaned over her and buried his nose in her long red hair. His hand followed, and he pulled at her tresses lightly. “I want to... fuck you so hard and so fast, but I don’t want to... hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, my love.” She thrust her hips against him again, and finally, he started moving the way she wanted him to.
One hand on her hip, the other one in her hair as she encouraged him to pull, Uthar felt like he was going to lose himself in his mate’s full, curvy body. She was soft everywhere, her curves round and welcoming. He couldn’t get enough of them. Couldn’t get enough of her. He fucked her harder and faster, loving the way she screamed, moaned, and whimpered. Loving the way she begged. As long as she begged him to never stop, he knew she wasn’t in any kind of pain.
She came within minutes, her walls clenching and unclenching around him, but he held back, not yet wanting to fill her with his seed. He wanted to give her another orgasm, and when she didn’t ask him to stop, he knew that she was ready for more pleasure. He reached one hand around her, his fingers finding her clit. He heard her hiss, then sob. She was wet and sensitive. Throbbing and pulsating for him.
“Uthar, I don’t know if I can...”
But even so, she didn’t ask him to stop. He slowed down a little, to give her time to breathe and recover, and then he was back at it, thrusting with abandon, – at least, with as much abandon as he allowed himself, – making the bed rock so hard that it felt like it was about to break.
“Oh, God... Oh, fuck... So close...”
She was a moaning, whimpering mess, and Uthar was sure she was crying. Soon, he would kiss her all over and taste her tears. Because he knew she wasn’t crying because she was sad, but because he was giving her so much pleasure that she couldn’t have any other reaction.
She came again, and this time she screamed so loud that if anyone was on the street below, they would’ve heard her. He held her in place, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving bruises, as he shot stream after stream of cum inside her pussy, filling her to the brim. They stayed like that for minutes on end, her crying softly in the pillow, him giving her every drop he had to give.
She was the first to collapse, and because he didn’t want to pull out of her yet, he collapsed as well, on his side, hugging her from behind, pulling her to his chest. He listened to her breathing slow down, and he brought his fingers to her heated cheeks. They were wet. He sat up slightly, bent over her, and kissed her tears away.
“How are you?” he asked.
She laughed. “How do you think I am? Thoroughly fucked, I could say. In the best way possible. Thank you. I needed this.”
“Anything for you.”
“Do you think we should go get Zikel?”
“I think Kinna and Abby have everything under control.”
“He’ll be hungry soon.”
“Five more minutes,” he grunted, pulling her closer, almost crushing her. “Be mine and only mine for five more minutes.”
She chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. You’re a mother now. I know I come second.”
“You don’t come second.” She turned to face him, and his cock slipped out of her. She felt his hot seed spread onto her thighs and the sheets. She didn’t care, though. It was something she’d gotten used to. “Listen to me, you don’t come second. Both you and the baby come first.”
He smiled. “I’m teasing. I love you with him. I could never be jealous of my own son.”
“Good.” She kissed one tusk, and then the other. “He looks just like you, have you noticed?”
“Yes. But he has your nose.”
“You think?”