Page 49 of Little Mate
It flexes, the angry head glistening with a bead of pre-come while she stares, her breathing heavy. For a second, those green eyes flash to mine and her pupils are enlarged—lust heavy in them while she bites her bottom lip.
She wants this. To please me.
“I need to touch you.” Such a simple truth and one we share, but before I can reach down and bring her to my lap, she shakes her head. “Don’t deny me what is mine.”
“Never.” A quick tug to my trousers has me lifting my bottom, giving her just enough space to lower them down to my ankles. And she does, a small whimper escaping when my cock bounces free, slapping my stomach with the wet tip. This woman is perfect. All mine. “Do with me as you please.”
“Thank you,” she says with reverence and that surprises me, but I can’t voice the question when her warm hand wraps around my shaft. “I’ve never done this before.” The grip is tight, tighter than I expect, and my eyes roll back for a second before flashing red, the beast in me appreciative that I’m her first. Her only, and I growl, the sound of possessiveness—full of obsession.
I’m more turned on by that fact than anything I’ve experienced before.
That first downward stroke is slow, almost agonizing, but then she swipes a thumb over the tip and spreads the pearl-like bead. From underside to base, she rubs it in before exhaling against the taut skin.
Her mouth is so close. The scent of her arousal hangs heavy in the air, and knowing she’s bare beneath my shirt, how easily I could take what I want, is punishment in and of itself. So cruel.
“You’re going to be the death of the man many have tried, and all have failed, to kill, pretty girl.” Tighter, her fist closes around my length and pumps me three times. On each upward turn, her mouth gets a little closer. “The end of me, and I’d never fight you.”
“Or maybe I’m your rebirth.” That small pink tongue slips from between her parted lips, just lightly grazing the slit. From head to toe, I feel as though struck by lightning as warmth spreads through my limbs. “Maybe I’m the reward you didn’t expect, but I’m here and not going anywhere.”
Before I can respond, though, she lifts a little to hover over my cock and then lowers her mouth, engulfing the head in warm, wet heat. Just a little past the tip is inside her mouth, and I feel as though she’s taken every single inch down her throat. But then again, the sight is just as obscene.
Her lips are stretched, a little spit dribbling down the underside, and I can’t help but to place a hand at the back of her head. Just hold it there as she swallows and takes in another two inches without pulling back, the hollowing of her cheeks creating the most delicious sensation, but then she toys with my entire existence.
Gabriella lifts until just the head touches her tongue, those expressive eyes on mine. “Guide me.”
There’s no curbing the need in me, the sounds leaving my chest loud and demanding, and I apply gentle pressure to her head. Inch by inch, Gabby takes me into her mouth until reaching the half where her hand still grips me; I pull her off.
Then again. I get her used to me and my thickness, how I force her mouth open, and then add another bit.
Her hand fists me, follows every upward bob and then down, before twisting up and then lowering until she relaxes further. She’s new at this. All of it.
Sex is about enjoying yourself, not enduring, and when her unoccupied hand travels between her thighs, I know she’s ready.
One thrust and those lips meet the base of my cock, kissing my now sensitive flesh. Another heady thing is discovering she has no gag reflex as she doesn’t struggle, nor do her eyes tear up.
“You precious little thing,” I coo, my fingers tightening on her hair as I pull her all the way off and force her to my level so I can kiss her. One harsh, yet quick swirl of my tongue across hers, tasting myself, before I push my pretty girl back to her knees. “Luckiest son of a bitch. Don’t deserve such a treasure.”
“You do deserve me.” Gabriella doesn’t wait and takes me back inside her mouth, bobbing her head a little faster, and I meet her with a thrust of my own. Damn, she feels good. Too good, and on the fourth drag of her tongue up the base before popping off, she winks at me. “I’m yours to cherish, Theo, but I also want you to use me.”
“Say it again,” I all but snarl, my balls heavy, pleasure licking at my spine. “Demand it.”
“Use. Me.” Her teeth nip at my flesh gently before removing her hand and cupping my sack. Just holds them, squeezes lightly, but that along with the quickened movement of her own hand between her thighs break me.
I fuck her face.
Hold her still, a hand on each side of her face as I thrust up and out, my movement almost too fast for her to match. Like this, I take what I want and the sudden cry from the back of her throat—the ripple of shivering—forces me closer to the edge.
One more pump, and I’m teetering.
On the next, I fall over, pulling her down until my cock flexes in her throat and spurt after spurt empties down the graceful throat of my mate. She doesn’t make a face or pull back, swallowing all that I give her before licking me clean.
Gabriella blushes as she does the last part, her hand shaking a bit as I’m tucked back inside and I stare, a warmth spreading through me at how thoughtful she is. At this foreign feeling of being cared for.
Motherfucking precious.
“Did I do okay?” The timid quality of her voice doesn’t sit well with me, and I stand up, gripping the back of her arms so she doesn’t fall. I pull her into my arms, carry her in silence until we reach our private wing.
I’ll have them bring her meal up here in a bit, but first...