Page 94 of Mated
I press Nisha back into the first trunk I find that looks solid enough to hold her. She gasps. “Tanner.” But her smile is coy. Luminous.
I bend my head and capture her pretty mouth, tasting and nipping at her already swollen lips. “You are the sexiest fucking creature I have ever seen,” I breathe as my lips trail from her mouth, to her jaw, and down the smooth column of her throat.
Her fucking scent is filling my head. Just as it was dealing with the mega douche of an ex-boyfriend.
There was no anger or care for him in her fragrance. But every time she looked at me her scent spiked.
I know it is nearly four days of mating and that asswipe acting like he has any fucking claim on Nisha still. But everything in me needs to touch her. To take her.
She trembles in my arms. “And you are too fucking hot for words.” Her hands grip my face, forcing me to look at her.
I smirk and rock my hips over her already molten core. “So are you.”
Her back arches, pressing me deeper.
Setting her on her feet fast, I thumb her shorts open and wrench them down her legs. Bare from the waist down, her lean mound and those supple thighs are all I can focus on.
She fumbles for my fly. The warm air kisses the head of my cock and I lift her by the waist, seating her over my length in one hard push.
Her head falls back and her lips part on a strangled cry. “Fuck, Tanner. Yes.” Her voice is all gasps that make my dick jump inside her.
Gripping the base of her skull, I press her back into the rough bark and piston into those hot, silken folds. She urges my mouth to hers and I slip my tongue between her lips, tasting the flavor that is solely her.
Every fucking stroke knots my gut tighter, clenching every muscle from head to toe until I give a wordless grunt and pound into her so hard the tree sways.
The sound of our flesh hitting together is only drowned by our breathing and the near united rhythm of our hearts.
It’s fucking poetic. Perfect.
And then her cunt grips me like a fist and her scream fills my mouth.
My sac draws up and pleasure forks through me as her little body milks me dry. And still my hips rock, filling her over and over until I sag against her and she is boneless in my arms.
Our breathing is loud in the quiet.
Her hands rub my shoulders in an almost idle caress. One I am not sure if she even realizes she is doing.
“So …” Her voice cracks and she coughs a bit, spasming that tight channel around my cock. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I can’t help it, I laugh.
Which just makes my hips dip into her more. She gives another small cry, arching and grinding over me.
“Nisha—”
But it’s too late.
My barb drops into her still rippling sheath.
White hot pleasure slams into my gut.
Oh. Fuck. Me.
Her eyes go wide. “Tanner …” She starts to move and then whimpers. “What the hell?”
I try to lick my lips, but every damn move she makes leaves me lightheaded. “So … May have forgotten to mention something,” I grit out between my teeth.
“Tanner, so help me …” She shifts again and my knees buckle.
