Page 59 of Great Falls Cadet
He roared, his voice echoing around the tiled room, and buried himself deep in Lera with a single stroke.
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Lera
Igasp, suddenly unable to fill my lungs. Despite longing for the very cock that’s suddenly inside me, the sheer size of Tye’s intrusion makes my whole body tighten. Too big. Too long. I want to scream even as my hips rock against the male hungrily. My sex clenches around the thick, thick shaft, finally full after days of mindless craving.
Tye’s hands grip my bottom roughly, the sudden sting as he lifts me up and down along him turning to molten pleasure that curls my toes. I push my hips forward, greedy for more friction. A familiar undeniable need to hold the connection between Tye and me consumes my body and echoes in Tye’s dilating eyes.
Not want. Not desire. But aneedfor a mate’s connection, the kind that broke many otherwise productive evenings back in Lunos. Broke many beds too. The impossibility of feeling the mating bond through the veil flitters inside my head like a small annoying fly. My body little cares for what’s possible, only for what exists.
I breathe in the pine-and-citrus scent of the powerful male inside me, theslap slap slapof wet skin hitting skin echoing through the bathing chamber. Each thrust hits a spot so deep that the vibrations spider through my core, raising me to a greater height from which to fall. My heart quickens in rhythm to the pulsing cock slamming into my channel.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.Hard. Fast. Deep.
And yet not enough. Still not enough.
“Tye.” I don’t know whether I mean his name in plea or command. Just that after so long apart, the primal part of my soul is so very ravenous.
The male’s glazed eyes flicker, and he claims my mouth in response, a clash of tongue and lips. He slaps my bottom, the shocking sting magnified by the water and abused flesh, and swallows my guttural moan, never slowing his deep thrusts. My taut nerve endings ride the wave of sensation, a tsunami that turns pain to pleasure to desperate need.
I try to retreat from the onslaught. Tye holds me firm and thrusts deeper than ever.
My muscles spasm, clamping around his cock. My mind blanks, the coming release inevitable. With the next heartbeat, the wave I’m riding finally shatters. Pulsing waves of dizzying pleasure radiate from my throbbing sex, making my breath race. Tye’s thick warmth fills my channel.
“Stars.” I mean to scream, but the words come out as a panting gasp. Tye’s arms come up to support me, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so sweet that I let myself relax into it, savoring its—ow.
“You bit me.” I pull back, looking indignantly at the male.
“Did I?” Amusement dances in Tye’s eyes, their glaze sharpening to a roguish emerald focus. A warning bell tolls in the back of my mind, growing louder when I try to get down and find myself trapped against the muscular male, his arms as implacable as steel. Tye licks his lips, his gaze brushing down my naked body. “I just recalled that I meant to taste you, lass. I think I’ll take that treat now.”
My fuzzy mind tries and fails to follow Tye’s meaning. Now? What does he mean now? After the climax of moments ago, my whole body feels like a lump of dough. My exhausted sex stirs and—my eyes widen. Not only is Tye’s shaft still inside my channel, but it is hardening again.
I gasp as Tye hoists me out of the water and lays me flat on my back at the bathing pool’s smooth edge, my backside hanging free over the lip. Tye’s strong hands stroke the skin along the inside of my thighs, cupping my bottom gently before pulling my knees apart and stroking the folds of my exposed sex. He licks his fingers slowly.
“Mmmm,” says Tye.
That quickly, I want his hardness right back inside me.
Green eyes dancing with a roguish flame, Tye hoists my legs atop his muscled shoulders and blows a long hot breath over my apex. Jolts of sensation zing along my thighs and calves and toes, making me squirm.
Tye’s hands clamp along my thighs, restraining me in place. A moment later, his tongue replaces the breath, trailing luxuriously along my folds. Flicking his tongue over the hood covering my bud, Tyeswirls it around as if savoring a sweet.
A tiny vibration starts deep inside Tye’s chest, and I suddenly realize the male is purring. Him or else the tiger coiled so tightly beneath the magic’s shackles that he cannot escape—yet still wishes to share in his partner’s pleasure. In all our pleasures.
I let out a contented sigh. The moment I do, the bastard between my thighs scrapes his teeth along my engorged apex.
The world blinks. My nerves rouse with sharp need that takes my breath. Makes me so wet that the dampness tickles warmly as it slithers down my thigh. My sex clenches, the fire exploding between my folds unbearable after the release I had earlier. I flex my hips. Shift my bottom. Buck.
Tye’s iron hold keeps me in place, an added punishing nip to the inside of my thigh warning against further squirming about. Ordering me to endure each glorious, maddeningflick flick flickof his skilled tongue.Stars.The throbbing inside me is already echoing along my spine. How can my body take more?
Not that Tye seems to care, his tongue moving ruthlessly over me. Left side of my bud. Right. Each touch sends zings of intense sensation. Left again again again before stopping a single rough stroke away from toppling me over the edge of the abyss I cling to.
My hands dig uselessly into the floor, finding no purchase. With Tye’s powerful arms holding my legs against his shoulders, I can’t move. Can’t do anything but feel each and every touch. And lick. Andsuckle.
A mangle of scream and groan escapes my lungs, need raking each inch of my skin. The pressure inside me is so intense that my muscles tremble uncontrollably, my breath coming in quick little gasps I can’t slow. One more lap of Tye’s tongue and I know I will tumble in the abyss again. I brace myself.
The lap never comes. Instead, Tye’s fingers claim my channel.
