Page 124 of Broken Bonds
Mal adorably squirms, trying to make me start fucking him, and that makes me even harder because my sneaky pup flexes his ass to squeeze my cock. He’ll have to work harder than that because Shawn’s an expert in that department.
“What do you want, baby?” I think to him as I nuzzle the hollow of his throat. This is something terrifyingly new to me, this ability I have with him. I won’t assume it means he’s my mate, but it gives me hope. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
He starts to speak but I kiss him again, my tongue playing with his, to silence him.
“No,” I think to him. “Like this.”
He softly gasps but then replies, “Please fuck me. Please rut me or whatever it is you said you do.”
Releasing his hands, I hook my arms under his and hold his shoulders, all while staring into his eyes. “Then hang on,” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me, “because last time I did this I had to buy a new bed.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
Mal
Turn and face the strange
Oooooohhhhh.
Myyyyyyy.
Goddesssssss.
Todd’s teasing me, drawing this out, refusing to start fucking me as hard as I want him to. Broken bed or not—hell, I’ll reimburse him if he wants—I have a visceral need to feel him pound me into a puddle of happy goo.
It literally feels like my life depends on it.
The silent communication thing has to mean something big, right? I never thought anything about it because I’ve only run with wolves in my birth pack, and most of us could communicate, especially when related by blood.
He slowly long-strokes me with that magnificent cock, withdrawing just to the head, a darkly sexy smile playing across his lips as he takes his time thrusting again. Over and over, with his fingers clamped over my shoulders.
I roll my back to adjust the angle of my hips and then…
THEN.
My eyes nearly roll back during his next stroke.
He chuckles, nipping my throat. “Found your button, didn’t I?”
I wrap my fingers around his biceps and hold on. Now I realize what he meant about guys being able to come just like this. Yes, there’s some friction against my cock between our bodies, and I’m already leaking pre-cum all over both of us, but yes, I’m going to come like this, just from him fucking me.
“Please!” I gasp, and he stops moving, buried inside me.
I look up at him, one eyebrow arched in a sexy way, and I realize what he wants.
“Please fuck me!” I think to him, and I would kill a bitch to keep him smiling like that, happy, pleased.
“That’s better, baby.”
He finally—finally!—picks up the pace but still takes his time doing it, patiently, with more goddamned self-control than I’d ever thought possible in anyone. I’m doing my best to rock with him when I realize that’s pointless because he’s completely in control now. All I can do is roll my hips and do my best to maintain that perfect contact with his cock.
And believe me, it’s working. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Damned sure never felt a connection like this with anyone before. But just like our play with the butt plug, I have a feeling when I make it over I will keep coming for a while. Now I’m desperately glad he played with me like that last night, so I can better appreciate this.
Better appreciate him.
Then his hips start to piston, slamming into me, a hard, rolling sensation I’ve never experienced before, and the entire bed shakes. It’s only a few thrusts before he’s jackhammering into me, and I hear colors and taste sounds.
It’s.
