Page 69 of Little Mate
I don’t.
I’m too hard.
Sliding her down my body, I poise her over my cock.
“Fuck, pretty girl.” With my hands at her hip, I nudge her still-clenching entrance with the head of my cock before sliding in deep in one smooth stroke. “You fit like a glove. So tight. So perfect.”
“Gods, what you—”
“No God. Just me, Gabriella.” The living room is in front of us, the couch so tempting, but I bounce her instead where I stand, thrusting in and out a few times and then pause. “Say my name.”
“Theodore.” A plea. A mantra. So sweet.
“Open your eyes for me. Can you do that?” The hooded greens are tired, a bit unfocused, but they do as I ask and take in the living space. “This is my gift to you. A private little sanctuary for when you become overwhelmed and need a break from life at the castle. I had it updated to fit what I think you might like.”
From the soft angles in the furniture and plenty of books to my love of the color black. It melds our two styles perfectly while still being warm and comfortable.
“I love it.”
“I’m glad you do.” Next, I walk us into the kitchen, rocking her softly as I do. “Simple. Just the basics, but I’ll make sure you’re fully stocked while here.”
She clenches at that, almost violently, and I turn us into a wall. Her legs around me tighten and ankles cross as best they can behind my back. “It’s beautiful.”
“No. You are beautiful; this is all just material things.”
“But it’s your thoughtfulness that makes it so.” She moans, gripping my shoulder when I pull out until just the tip is inside and then slam in, her wetness coating us both. Then again. I ride her fast and hard, my hips a punishing blur while she can do nothing but hang onto as, best she can.
The noises her pussy makes are addictive.
Yet, I hold myself still on the next punch of my hips and move us from the wall beside the kitchen and toward the bedroom, bypassing the bed to show her the bathroom first. The stark white is bright and clean, spacious enough to fit a large clawfoot tub and walk-in shower that faces the lush backyard which you can see from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
I don’t need to ask what she thinks of this room. The approval is in the rush of wetness coating my cock and balls. Our room is next, a large bed at the center with a high, gauzy canopy and four sturdy posts that I’ll one day tie her to.
It’s all hers.
I’m all hers.
“Thank you, Theo. This is perfect for us.”
“It is, but the best is outside that door.” She shivers at that, her arms now around my neck. Each step forces me in deeper, my hands on her hips guiding the rest. For every in, I pull out, and when we cross over the threshold and onto the small deck, I lift then and place her on the floor facing the railing.
Nothing but trees and foliage surround this property, nature and its peaceful luxury indulging us.
It’s what she needs. What her species demands.
To always be outside and one with creation.
“Hands on the rail and feet spread.” My pretty girl tries to turn her head, to meet my eyes, but I fist her hair and hold her in place. She gets the pretty interior, and I’ve earned myself a nice, slick fuck outside. “This won’t be gentle, love. I’ll take care of you after.”
“Please.”
“Always and forever.” With that I slide in and bottom out, the head of my cock bumping her cervix from this angle. I’ve been careful with her after our first time, gave her time to rest. To mourn. To trust me to never hurt her.
But now, I’ll take care of the side of her no one will ever experience but me: her pleasure.
“Yes,” she hisses, undulating her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. Like this, she draws out every inch—tries to control the tempo, but one slap to her thigh remedies that. The crack is loud, but so is the following scream of ecstasy. “So close, Theo.”
“Just feel.”