Page 29 of Wild Fated Mate
He added a finger, and I clenched around him, before he slowly stroked in and out and added another finger. He kept increasing the pace and my hips twisted and rolled, chasing the orgasm that was so close.
A sharp sting cracked across one cheek and I yelped in surprise, before the pain faded to a delicious heat. He waited until I had finished panting through the pain, those thick fingers of his pumping in and out until I was once again on the edge of coming. Then another smack on the other cheek made me clamp down on his fingers, and he cursed.
“You have the most perfect pussy.” The words tumbled out of him, and I knew he wasn’t thinking about paperwork anymore.
He repeated the torturous combination, until my skin burned, and I was babbling nonsense, begging him to please, please, let me come.
Gavin’s dark laugh made my knees weak. “I don’t think I’ve been properly incentivized yet.”
“Gav—“
And then his fingers were gone, to be replaced with the hot, hard head of his cock.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded, and I hurried to obey.
He grabbed both wrists in one of his big hands, and pulled, making my back arch and his cock slide in further. With a few more pumps, he was all the way in and I gasped at the delicious, full feeling.
“Sunshine,” he said, and stilled. “I can’t ever get enough of you.” He pulled back and plunged in, dragging out the torturous slide, making us both moan. “You’re my prize, my heart, my reward, my everything.”
His hips snapped faster and faster, his thighs hitting the tender flesh of my burning backside. I loved it all. The way he held me, the way he worshipped my body with his, the way the pleasure of each thrust blended with the raspy sting of pain from my punishment.
He groaned. “Put your hands flat on the desk.”
I nodded as he released my wrists. He gripped my left hip, and then I felt a gentle push some place new. A place I hadn’t been brave enough yet to explore.
He gently circled his thumb, then dipped the tip of his large digit into my ass. I let out a noise that made him growl.
“You like this?”
I nodded, my whole body pulled tight, the incredible sensations blooming up my belly to my chest, stealing my breath and my words.
“Serena.”
“Yes,” I gasped out. “I love everything you do to me.”
“With you, love.” He circled a fingertip around and around, then pressing in, repeating the motion until every part of my skin was one more thrust from flying apart. “Always, with you.” He pushed his finger deeper, as he pumped inside my pussy, and I screamed his name as I came.
He wrapped an arm around my waist as my body went boneless.
His beard tickled the nape of my neck as he kissed and licked his way to the mate mark he’d placed, and the fire was back, sparking and smoldering as if I hadn’t just come a few minutes ago.
“Gavin,” I moaned. “I can’t?—“
“Yes, you can.” The conviction in that gravelly voice I loved was absolute.
Rough fingers skimmed over my swollen pussy lips, tracing the folds up and down, down and up, until he brushed my clit.
“That’s right,” he said. “You’re going to come again. I’m going to fill you up, so everyone will know you’re mine.” The last words rolled through me on a primitive level. It wasn’t just Gavin saying that, it was his bear right at the surface.
Gavin pinched and rolled my clit, increasing his speed, playing with my ass the way he had before.
“So…close,” I gasped out. He was right there with me, the bond giving me the image and feeling of his absolute love; the deep physical connection so complete I could feel every twitch of his cock.
A breath later and I was coming, exploding with the feelings and clamping down around his finger in my ass and his impossibly enormous length inside my pussy. He roared, and heat flooded me as he filled me up as promised.
“Fuck.” He took in a great shuddering breath. “Every time I think about reports I’m going to be hard enough to pound nails.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I wasn’t too tired to tease him, even though my legs were jelly and my lids wouldn’t open.
“Not if this is the result.”
“See? Win-win.”
He laughed, still sounding a bit weak himself. I’d never tire of the sound of his laugh, of feeling like we were one, of any part of my life with Gavin.
There might be magic in Wild Mountain, but every bit of his love for me was real.
