Page 75 of Simon

I guided her backward until her back hit a large rock. She hissed, feeling the rough surface. My fingers did not leave her. I stroked the inside of her cunt with my fingers until she was a panting mess.

“You are going to take my cock this time.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t think I can, Simon you are—”

I grabbed her wrist with my other hand and made her wrap her hand around it. I grunted, feeling the warmth of her hand on my shaft. Goddess, I wanted her so much it hurt.

“I am large, but you are meant to be mine. You didn’t want to let me in before, not truly.”

Her lips parted. “I wanted to let you in… ahhh!”

My thumb grazed her clit. I rubbed it in slow circles as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. “You closed your body off to me. You wouldn’t let me—”

“Fuck!” she cried out, her hand squeezing my shaft.

I groaned and wiggled my third finger inside her.

“No, Simon, please!” she begged, her voice shaking. “I can’t take it all!” But her hips gravitated toward my thrusts.

Her words only fueled my desire. I knew she was mine and would not stop until I claimed her completely. She wanted me to take her, to hold her captive in my arms.

I wiggled a fourth finger inside, harder and felt her tight walls grip my hand. Her moans woke the wildlife, making birds fly away from the spring.

Mm, I liked this.

“You are mine,” I growled, thrusting deeper. “You will take every inch of what I give you, won’t you?”

She whimpered underneath me, her body trembling as I dominated her cunt. My thumb continued to tease her clit, her hips bucking against my hand. The surrounding water splashed with our movements.

“Ahhh! Simon, yes!” she moaned, her orgasm crashing over her. Her muscles clenched my hand, and hers stroked my shaft.

I groaned, feeling the tension built up inside me, released. My seed leaked into the pool. She looked so beautiful, and my body had given way too soon.

“You’re ready for my cock, if you accept me.” I traced my nose up her neck to behind her ear. I let out a contented purring noise that I didn’t know I could make.

My mate never released her hold on me. My seed floated away into the waters. She hummed and pressed her fingers into my pouch.

“What’s in there?”

I chuckled and pulled my fingers out of her slick and licked them with my tongue. The waters did nothing to dilute the taste. “Why don’t you put your hand inside and find out?”

I had to give into her curiosity. If this was what she needed to do to fully accept me, then this was what we would do.

Her cheeks were still tinged pink from her release, but that did not stop her as she dipped her hand inside the horizontal pouch that kept my cock inside.

I groaned and pressed my hand to the rock to hold myself upright.

I let out a long, frustrated groan.

“It really is a pouch,” she hummed lazily. “And my gods,” she stiffened when she held my seed sack.

I smirked. It was full, so heavy, even after my latest release. I was ready to release every bit into her.

“Simon—how?”

I nibbled on the side of her neck, and her body relaxed again in my arms.

“Why ask questions when you can feel?” I licked down her neck and onto her shoulder.

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