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I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by my fiery mate. He was perfect in every way. “I love you, Quinton,” I growled, and then I was pressing against his hole with my dick.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re fucking big.”
I leaned down and bit onto his neck, right where there were marks already from my teeth. It was like his entire body relaxed in an instant, and I slid into him with no resistance. He was moaning and panting, but I heard and smelled no pain.
I was inside him. My cock was in his hole, and my teeth were in his neck, and I had to hold still for a moment so I didn’t come.
I was never letting him go. Not ever. He was mine forever now.
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Quinton
Fuck, he was big, but the minute his teeth sank into my neck, it was like my whole body just loosened up and let him in.
Holy shit, I had never felt so full. He was still for a minute, probably to let me get used to him, but fuck, I wanted him to move.
“Fuck me, Liam,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up and moaning as he flexed inside me.
Ok, so I was being snarky as hell, but Liam just chuckle-growled and began slowly moving inside me. Fuck, he was rubbing against my prostate, and I was already so fucking close to the edge from his mouth and his tail.
Because, yeah—that tail. We were definitely doing that again. Maybe while I had his dick in my mouth at the same time.
I groaned again just thinking about it. His dick slowly slid in and out, rubbing against my insides, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
And fuck, he said he loved me. He said he fucking loved me, and then he was all, like, shy and sweet and almost nervous or something. It made me totallynotnervous. Because this wasLiam. He was my sexy stalker. He would only ever protect me, and he would only ever make me feel good.
I scratched at his back with my nails, because I wanted him to fucking pound into me, and he chuckled again.
“Yes, my little hellcat, mark me with your claws,” he growled.
I dug in harder with my nails, urging him in deeper. “Faster, Liam. More,” I demanded.
He thrust into me hard, and I swear I actually saw stars. He angled his hips a little, and holy shit, he was steadily pounding into my prostate.
I think I was literally mewling. Currents of pleasure were traveling from my core up into my spine. My scalp even fucking tingled, it felt so good. My dick was pressed between our bodies, and it was barely getting any friction, but every little rub against it just made more pleasure shoot up into my body. My legs spasmed, and I couldn’t stop the sounds I was making.
Liam growled against me, and then, holy fuck, his teeth bit into that mark on my neck again. Was it tied to my fucking dick? Was that some kind of hellhound magic? Because every ounce of pleasure magnified, and I came, unable to stop the cry that poured from my lips.
“Liam! Oh god, Liam!”
He bit harder, and something inside me broke open, bliss pouring out. My dick jerked and spurted cum, and my eyes squeezed so tightly shut that white spots danced behind my lids. It was so much pleasure. It was too much.
Then, somehow, he got fuckingbigger.
“Holy fucking shit, Liam, what the fuck?” I cried out. I dug my heels into the back of his legs so he couldn’t pull out, and I scratched my nail down his back again. Because holy fuck, it felt amazing.
He was still biting me and gently moving, and he was all swollen inside me, and was this a fucking knot? Because… Fuck. Every little slight movement of his hips had him rubbing against my channel and pushing into my prostate, and it was extreme.
I was going to die. Could you die from orgasming? Because Liam was going to kill me with pleasure.
I cried out again when he thrust in deeply. My whole body shook, and I was gasping for air. I wasso fucking full. It almost hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. It was like there was only Liam’s cock in my hole and every other part of me was just an extension of that.
I came again, hard, and Liam growled, and I swear I could feel his cum pumping into me, which only made me whine louder, my orgasm extending. He was still biting into my neck, our bodies rubbing together, and I felt heat lick along my body like a tongue. I opened my eyes and thought there were blue flames dancing on us both, but I couldn’t focus because sensation was overwhelming me.
“I love you, Liam. Fuck, I love you,” I cried out, and then I was lost to pleasure.
“I think you fucked me to death,” I mumbled when I awoke, wrapped in Liams’ arms. Based on the tiny sliver of light I could see in the crack between the curtains, I thought it must be morning.
