Page 132 of Fated Obsessions

“You like that, don’t you?” He didn’t phrase it like a question as he ran his tongue over the shell again, rumbling in pleasure.

“Tucker… I… I need?—”

“More, don’t you? You need more from me.”

I dug my nails into his flesh and nodded, not trusting my voice.

“I want inside you so badly I’m about to come already.” He sucked on my earlobe, and I cried out as my entire body spasmed for that erotic feeling.

A warm wave washed through me, and I found myself lifting my hips and trying to grind myself against something—anything.

I felt Tucker run his palms over my ass, the small strip of cloth that covered my pussy and those mounds not enough to hinder the feeling of his hands on me.

A sharp gasp left me at the sudden tilt of the world around me when Tucker turned me over, so I was now lying on the couch, my legs spread and hanging over the cushions, my pussy on clear display. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him tear at his clothing until he was gloriously naked and standing before me.

I didn’t even hide the fact that I looked over every inch of him from his wide shoulders to his broad, defined chest. Along his biceps that were stacked with slabs of muscles, along his abdomen that was layered with rolling hills of power. Then there was the V of muscle that led to the trimmed dark hair thatframed a cock I was sure was the biggest in history. Hell, the girth was easily as wide as my wrist, and the length would no doubt reach past his navel.

He fell to his knees between my splayed thighs, his masculine hips narrow, yet his body so massive that I had to spread my legs even more to accommodate him.

“The shirt,” he gritted out, and I lifted up slightly to work the material over my head, but in the next second, he gripped the edges, tore the fabric, and tossed it aside. He did the same with my panties, ripping them off as if they were a nuisance easily discarded.

And then I lay there in just my bra, my chest rising and falling harshly as he stared down at the offending material. In the next second, Tucker leaned in, gripped the thin piece of fabric that kept the cups together between my breasts, and bit it off, his fangs brushing against my flesh.

With his mouth on mine, his hand around my neck, I felt him start a dirty but oh so good rhythm against me. His hips started moving, pressing into my body, mimicking sex without the penetration.

“I can smell how much you want me. I can feel your pussy soaking my dick, your cunt scorching hot and driving me to the point I’m going insane, baby.” His voice was nothing but a distorted growl. He speared one of his hands into my hair while the other made slow work of moving down my body. The heavy weight of his hand rested on my lower belly, and my pussy tightened at the possessive feel of that palm on me. When his hand started moving lower, I forced myself to keep my eyes open to watch what he planned on doing.

“You’re shaking, Mia. Are you afraid?”

I shook my head, my eyes wide.

“Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, still unable to speak.

“Then why are you shaking, baby?” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to my clit, and I bit my lip.

“Because I want this so badly it’s making me unable to control myself.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, the muscles of his arms and chest contracting. I knew he was trying to control himself, but I didn't want that. I wanted him to be as out of control as I felt right now.

His large, callused fingers slipped against my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy. I lifted my hips, and he cooed at me, as if trying to ease me.

“Let me take care of you. Let me do right by my mate and make her feel good.” He spread his fingers through my slick folds, and I tossed my head back and moaned at the electricity that moved through me from that small touch.

“Look at you,” he hummed in pleasure. “So receptive to my touch.” He was tormenting me with desire, and I couldn’t get enough. “You want more?”

I nodded.

“Tell me then.”

“Tucker. God.Please.”

“Christ. Mia, you’re so hot and wet. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your pretty pussy is soaking wet, primed for my big cock to be shoved deep inside.”

I couldn’t have verbally said anything at that moment, so I moaned my answer instead.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Yeah, you’re so ready for your mate to take your virginity and give you his.” He sounded like he was speaking to himself, his focus on my face as he kept playing with my pussy. His thickly callused fingers slid along my folds, tormenting me.