Page 69 of Pulled By the Tail
“Turn around. Good girl.” His fingertips brushed against the damp fabric. “Now take them off for me.”
She eased the lace panties down slowly, revealing the luscious curves of her bottom.
“I could sink my fangs into you,” he said. Her breath hitched in response. “Now take a seat.”
He guided her down, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.
“Talen, I don’t know—”
“You can take me,” he said, as she sank down onto his length. She groaned, stretching around his girth. He smoothed down the back of her skirt, covering where their flesh joined.
She rocked her hips, searching for friction.
“None of that. Read for me.” His hands on her hips kept her immobilized. Her warmth surrounded him, taking all his concentration. He wanted to drive up into her, to make her gasp and shudder with pleasure, but he restrained himself.
She opened the book to the first page and read aloud.
He thrust upward and she stumbled on a word. Slowly he moved, enjoying the way she held him tightly as he pushed into her. Another thrust, harder, and the book fell to the floor.
“Please, Talen. I need—”
“Tell me, my heart.” He stroked his hand down her back, admiring the way she leaned back into his touch.
“I need more. I need you to move.” She rocked her hips and gave a frustrated moan.
“You want me to fuck you,” he said, a statement not a question. He wrapped her hair around his fist and moved it to the side, baring her neck.
“Yes, please.”
“I only fuck good girls,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Bad girls get to keep my dick warm.”
“Talen—”
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathless.
He tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to yelp, and forced her to look toward the floor. “A good girl does not throw books on the floor. A good girl does not take books from the restricted section.” His free hand smacked her bare ass. Her cunt tightened around him in response.
“I’m sorry. I want to be good.”
“I believe you, my heart, but you won’t learn your lesson until you’ve been punished.” He thrust upwards by a tiny fraction and she gasped in response. His mate, lost in her game of fantasy. “I take no pleasure in this,” he said.
Georgia
“Please,let me be your good girl,” she begged.
Her alien acted all innocent, like he never thought of roleplaying, but he delivered a knockout performance. Damn.
His arms tightened around her, holding her back to his bare chest. He filled her, hitting the sensitive spots, and a hand slipped down to her clit. He rubbed and rocked into her, teeth on the back of her neck, pressing but not biting. The light prick of pain made everything else that much better.
This had to be the pregnancy hormones. She was always turned on, always ready for him, and she felt like they could be joined like this for hours. If she listened to her body, she’d never leave the bed and die of dehydration.
“My female, my heart,” he whispered in her ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell.
Her skin tingled and a warm, glowing feeling spread from her stomach. Soon, the sensation was too much, every touch and information overload, and she gasped as her climax broke.
He released deep in her, filling her with his seed, and gave a few more pumps until he stilled. He relaxed his grip on her. Tension left her body and she melted back into his warmth.
