“What’s that, baby? My cock in you?”
“It feels so damn good. I think I’m addicted to your cock already. This could be a problem,” she admitted.
“Thankfully, that’s a problem we can handle.” He pulled out to the tip and rocked forward, ramming his cock back into her pussy. His hands wrapped around her hips, holding her tightly. “I have zero issues with giving you as much cock as you need on a daily basis. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t take care of my woman?” He set a steady pace of thrusting in and out.
“Thank God! Because I really think I’m going to want you every moment of every day.” Allie didn’t know what the hell was going on with her freaking hormones. She had never been so horny in her damn life. Yes, she had always loved sex, but this was different. She had never once felt like she would die without dick. Marc made her feel like that.
“Same, baby. Same. I will never not want you or want to be inside you. You just feel so, so fucking good. I just can’t help myself. I want to say it’s because we are mates, but it isn’t. You are so fucking sexy. So damn beautiful, I just can’t seem to help myself. And when I look into those gorgeous eyes of yours, I’m fucking lost.” He slammed into her so hard that she nearly lost her footing.
“I think we need to finish up in here and take this into the bedroom, so you can fuck me properly. Not that I don’t like this, but I need and want more,” she said.
“I agree.”
* * *
Moments later,they were toweled off, and Marc had Allie bent over the bed. He kicked her legs apart, spreading them wider, so he had better access, and plowed his cock as deeply as he could into her.
“Fuck,” Marc growled, swearing his eyes rolled clear back into his skull. Nothing had felt as good as being buried balls deep inside his mate. He wasn’t lying when he said she was hotter than fucking hell. And with the view he had of her bent over the bed, fuck … it made him want to come right there and then.
“Marc!” she cried out.
It was music to his ears. He loved hearing Allie moan his name … total aphrodisiac.
“I love watching your ass bounce up and down every time I slam into you,” he growled, feeling his fangs pushing through his gums. “So fucking hot.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted.
He held on to her tightly as her body began to vibrate, her pussy clamping down around his cock. He would never tire of this feeling. He would never tire of his cock being inside of her. That was an absolute fact.
He’d held out hope that Gerri would find his mate, but he never expected her to be the total package right out of the gate. Some of his friends had issues with the claiming, and, of course, a complete clash of personalities happened more often than not. Thankfully, that hadn’t been the case for Marc and Allie. Everything seemed to click from the moment they had met.
Marc pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, not knowing how much longer he could hold out.
“I want you to come with me,” Allie begged.
“Are you sure about that, baby?” Gods, he wanted to come. Yet, part of him wanted to keep slamming in and out of her until he passed out from the sheer amount of pleasure ravaging his body.
“Yes! Fuck! Marc!” This time her voice was more of a demand than the begging she had done moments ago.
“Your wish is my command.” He pumped his hips once more, feeling his seed climbing his cock. The pressure built until it finally burst, and his semen shot into her.
“Ohh!” she cried out, collapsing beneath him.
ELEVEN
ALLIE
Allie floated high in the clouds. It had become a serious problem keeping her ass grounded. It had been a week since she had met and mated Marc, and he was still all she could think about.
“Ms. Varga’s in loooove,” one of her middle schoolers sighed dreamily. A few others giggled, and several made gagging noises.
“I will neither confirm nor deny anything. Now, back to your tests.” She winked at Lisa, the young girl who had called her daydreaming for exactly what it was. She and Marc had decided to keep their relationship between the two of them for now.
Allie had put off saying anything to her family until she could tell them in person. She had dinner scheduled with them in T minus three hours. Just the thought of it alone made her stomach churn, and it shouldn’t. She was happier than she had ever been and madly in love with her new mate. That was reason enough for her parents to be happy for her, but life was seldom that easy when it came to Alonzo Vasquez Varga and Maria Diego Varga.
Her parents may have looked like lovely people to strangers. They were well-to-do and lived in a prominent area. Her dad was the mayor of her hometown, which was right across the river from her house. Thankfully, in a different town, not under her dad’s control.
Her friends had envied her growing up until they found out exactly what her parents were like and how demanding they truly were. Her life as a child and teen had not been easy. How could it have been when her mom had set the expectation that nothing short of perfection was acceptable, from her hair, to her clothes, to her grades?