Page 65 of The Mating Game
“Fuck.Fuck, Tess. Just like that.”
She looks dazed again, and her scent burgeons slightly—not like when she’s in heat, but enough that it makes my cock twitch with interest all over again. It makes me bolder.
“Harder,” I murmur. “You won’t break me.”
She shudders with my command and does as I ask, squeezing me tighter. The relief is instant—I can almost imagine it’s the warmth of her pussy gripping me, can almost imagine that my knot is safe and snug inside her.
Where it should be, something whispers.
And even as she’s wringing the swollen flesh of my knot, she still takes me by surprise by leaning in, licking at the head to taste me too.
I hiss through my teeth, watching as she does it again, humming her approval.
“You want to taste me, Tess? You want my cum in your mouth?”
Her scent blooms, and I can smell it, how wet she is all over again. It’s clear she likes it when I talk. If her scent is any indication, she fuckinglovesit.
“Suck me,” I groan. “Please, Tess. Just the head. I’m—I just need—Shit.”
Her lips close over the head of my cock, sucking gently even as she kneads my knot. It feels impossible that we’ve gotten here, that she’s down on her knees with her pussy freshly licked and my cock in her mouth while she massages my throbbing knot—but I can’t find an ounce of regret inside. Not with her looking so sweet, notwith her being sogoodfor me as she swirls her tongue around my glans, flicking the tip against the sensitive slit at the head.
And that’s all it takes to have me careening over the edge all over again.
My eyes roll back, and my cock pulses, and another burst of cum spurts out of me, just enough to make the throbbing at the base of my dick start to quell, finally. My breath is ragged, and my limbs feel like jelly. Tess gives me one more kitten lick before pulling away, licking her lips as she does so.
“Feel better?”
I swallow, my throat dry and my voice scratchy when I answer, “I don’t think there are words for how I feel.” I slowly slide down to my knees, reaching to cup her face with one hand. “And you? Do you feel better?”
She gives me a slow, languid smile. “Much.”
“We should…probably get out of here before your brothers come back.”
She winces. “Yeah…Not a conversation I’m dying to have. Ever, maybe.”
I don’t know why that makesmewant to wince—it’s not as if I’m dying for her to tell her brothers about us either—and yet the idea of her keeping it a secret…irks me. Is that my instincts, residual feelings from my past experiences, or is it just…me?
“You go to bed,” I tell her, trying not to dwell on it too much. “I’ll clean up.”
She nods as she finds her underwear and wriggles back into them, then climbs out of the tub, grabbing for her robe to hastily put it on. I watch all this, mostly because I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her. I’m fighting the urge to drag her back here andtouch her some more. Something that is proving to be incredibly difficult.
“Good night,” she calls from the door. She makes a face. “I feel like I should say thank you. Is that weird?”
A laugh burbles out of me. “No weirder than anything else that’s been happening.”
“Well…thank you,” she says with a soft chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nod at her, watching her go back into the lodge as if she didn’t just turn my world upside down in what was possibly the most gratifying sexual experience I’ve ever had—furious as it may have been.
But more pressing than the thought of what just happened, more urgent than wondering what it will mean if we keep doing it…is the overwhelming realization that I don’t want to stop.
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Tess
“I can’t believeyou were in a hot tub with an actual mountain man with washboard abs—”
“I never said he had washboard abs.”
