36. Thirty Six - Tate

thirty six - tate

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Her thighs feel like silk under my hands as she lifts up and straddles my body, her hot little core lined up exactly with my cock. She moves those sinful hips back and forth over me. My boxers are the only thing standing between her wet pussy and my cock being coated in her juices. It's trying to slip out through the hole with each twist of her hips.

Hands framing my face in reverence, she leans in and kisses me. Her lips cover my bottom one as she sucks it into her mouth and nibbles on it. A growl slips out of my mouth. It's taking everything in me to stop from throwing her off me and pounding her into the damn bed. "Fuck." My eyes roll back, simply enjoying the feel of her rubbing herself against me. My cock jumps below her, and she throws her head back in a laugh.

I swear to God, the sound makes me even harder. Reaching between us, I rub my thumb over the cute little bud peeking out. I take full advantage of her distraction and lean in to pebble kisses and nips along her neck. She squirms against me.

A soft whimper slips from her lips. Her grip tightens on my shoulders as she uses them for leverage with her attempt to kill me by grinding against my length. She's soaked through my boxers at this point, and my tip is leaking for her.

I smack her lightly on the thighs. "Lift up for me." She immediately follows my command, and I'm able to wrangle my cock out of my boxers and make it available for her free use. I cup her ass as she lowers herself back onto me. Grabbing onto her hips, I move her hips back and forth over me, essentially driving myself crazy.

I allow this a few more minutes before I can't handle it any longer. Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her over, so I'm propped over top of her. "You're teasing me too much. I can only be patient for so long. The patience is now gone."

Yanking her shirt up again, I kiss my way down her chest, over her stomach, and land on that sweet as hell pussy, ignoring the protests of my cock. She smells divine. The apple pie scent literally smacks me in the face. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and I have to have a taste, so I lean in and take one.

A moan tears from her lips as her hands find my hair and tug. She wants me to stay where I'm at, but I only need a taste. Now, I need to be inside her. I can feel her gaze on me, watching with half-lidded eyes.

I need to make her mine. To remind her why we're so good together. To remind myself that she's not going anywhere. To remind her that she's not going anywhere, and she's stuck with me at this point. I need to paint her insides with my cum, claim her. Ravage her and make sure she knows I'm the only one who knows her body this well. My knot swells at the thought of her clamping down on me, forcing my cum to stay inside her sweet little body.

Her hips tilt up to meet my mouth when I thrust into her with my fat tongue. The taste. The sweetness. The saltiness. Fuck, she's incredible.

"Yes," her words are breathy as if she's fighting to find oxygen. It's like a silent plea. A silent prayer. It spurs me on, so I suck harder on her clit and insert two fingers into her agonizingly slowly. Her hips buck off the bed as I curl my fingers into that spot she absolutely loves.

I continue licking her, parting her folds with my tongue, and bringing her to orgasm. Then I spend my time devouring all of her slick. I drink her in, my mouth making slurping noises with each taste.

Her muscles tighten, strangling my fingers, before they relax again.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I lift them to my lips and make a big show of licking them like they're the most delicious thing I've had in days. And she is… delicious.

Raising her legs, she invites me between her thighs, and they cradle me as I move into the position I want. I love her open for me, so careful, beautiful, and turned on. She licks her lips, and I groan. "Killing me, baby."

She winks. "Good."

Her skin is tinted pink, and there's a wide smile on her face. It is an excellent replacement for the tears and frown she had when I entered the room. My alpha puffs out his chest in pride knowing that we put that smile on her face.

"Give me your cum. I want you to fill me up, Tate. Make me yours." My cock twitches at her words. Fuck me, she's perfection in a bleach blonde bottle.

"Ohh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm. The idea of you painting my walls with your cum has slick pooling between my legs for you." She is not lying. I line myself up with her entrance and push in.

Tight.

Hot.

Wet.

Fucking hell. I burrow my head into her neck, inhaling her scent into my lungs so it'll fill every single part of me. The intrusion is exquisite as I pause, waiting for her to adjust to my size. It's incredible how resilient and tight a pussy gets even when I've just had her a few hours ago.

She wraps her legs around me, her feet resting at the top of my ass as she encourages me to move. I start to slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her inner walls try to grab me and pull me in deeper. The sensations are incredible. She's incredible.

Resting myself on my elbows, I hold my body up so I can look down and watch myself enter her over and over again. When I raise my eyes to Rebel, I see she's looking in the same spot, watching us as we connect over and over again. Her breath turns ragged, her pleas growing more desperate. Reaching down, I rub her little bundle of nerves, and she detonates around me.

Her release spurs on my own, and my knot swells to its full size, successfully blocking all of my cum from escaping her body. She moans as I lock behind her pelvic bone, and a low, throaty moan greets my ears. My arms collapse, and I fall onto her, pushing her into the mattress.

"I fucking love it when you knot me."

"I fucking love you." Her eyes tell me that she wants to say it back, but she still waits. That's fine. She'll come around. I'll love her until she trusts me enough to give up her heart to me.