Page 68 of Sold for the Night
A shiver swept down my spine, and after I’d slicked myself, I lined my cock up to his hole, shoving inside hard and fast. He gasped out pained and pleasured whimpers and gripped at my arms wrapped around his chest.
I rocked into him, my balls slapping against his skin, and he trembled. “I’m going to fuck you now, my mate. Fuck you and breed you until you’re full of my litter.”
“Yes.Yes.” He pushed back against me. “Fuck me. Fill me up.”
I didn’t need to be told again. Gripping his hips tightly, I fucked into him as hard as I could. Skin slapped against skin, sweat clinging to flesh, and my cock in his hole—perfect. It was hard to believe how many times he’d run from me, but I’d chased, and I was glad I had. I couldn’t imagine not having this moment on a Saturday morning, with him whimpering and crying out my name as I hammered into him. I’d found my mate and I wasn’t letting him go. He was mine.
Curling my hand around his hip, I grabbed his cock, jerking him off in time with my thrusts. With my other hand, I hooked my fingers into the collar, tugging on it. He gasped, his breaths coming out ragged the harder I pulled at the leather, but I was careful not to hurt him too much.
“Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck.” There was something sinfully dirty about those curse words leaving his mouth. Mark didn’t swear often, and if fucking him got him to that point, then I was doing it right. “I’m going to come.”
He rocked between the grip of my hand and the thrusting of my cock, moaning loudly and shivering rougher than he had before.
“Yes. Come for me,” I ordered, and he stiffened, spread his legs more, and let out a moan. Hot jizz landed on my fist and the couch beneath him and he whimpered through his release.
I wasn’t far behind him, pressure building up inside my balls until it got to be too much and I exploded, filling him with so much cum that when I finally pulled out, some of it came with me, sliding down his perineum and to his balls.
He groaned when I lifted him and walked around the couch, dropping him onto it. I flopped onto the cushion beside him and cuddled him close, tucking his head under my chin.
“I’m going to need to clean before the girls get here.”
I chuckled. “I’ll help. It is my fault you smeared the couch.”
He huffed out a small laugh and yawned. “Best Saturday morning ever.”
“Mm.” It was hard not to agree. I stroked my fingers over the leather collar. “Caught you.”
“Yeah, you did,” he agreed with a content sigh. “I’m yours.”
The End
