Lurching up onto my elbows, I took his straining cock in my mouth, licking my way around the wide head, then swallowed him whole.
“Fuck!” he growled against my clit, the sound vibrating through me. That was it. A mangled scream ripped from my throat as I sucked him hard, pleasure cascading through me, my toes curling and hips straining against his mouth.
“Enough, Kara,” he ground out, pulling himself free. Jumping to his feet, he swiped at his brow, his jaw set. “One more round and you’re mine.”
His low words stirred a fluttering in my stomach, the sated afterglow receding as anticipation clawed at me. This is what we’d needed, to let go of everything. To just feel—raw and primal and pure.
I forced my legs to obey my command, struggling to my feet. “That’s if you can take me. I might win the next one,” I drawled, curling a lock of hair around my finger, my hand propped on my hip.
He started forward, flashing the universal sign of timeout when I took a step back.
Stalking forward, he tilted my chin with his finger, his dark chocolate brown eyes penetrating mine. “Either way, we both win,” he whispered as he lowered his head, pausing as his skin brushed mine. “I love you, my heart. And when I win, I’m going to show you just how much.”
James
Her heavy breasts dragged against my chest, her soft stomach cradling my cock. It was pure torture—but the kind I liked. Craved. Dragging a hand down her back, I gripped her hip, urging her closer as I swallowed her gasp of surrender.
One day soon, we would have a proper sparring session, and I would teach her the necessary moves, but not now. Not with urgent lust riding me, and my cock straining for release. I had to join with my mate, cover her body in my scent and fill her with my seed. She was my love, my heart, my soul—the mother of my unborn children. One day, her belly would swell with my child. And I couldn’t wait.
“James,” she gasped against my lips as I gently pushed her back. Her lids were hooded, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Soft. My mate was soft and tender and—
“Run,” I growled, baring my teeth at her.
Her pupils dilated, her chest rising as she scented the air. Her lips spread in a wicked smirk. “You do like to chase me, don’t you?” She leaped back, vaulting over the desk into a crouch.
“Self-defense 101—if you can’t fight your opponent, you run,” I quipped, stalking toward her. I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the pulse fluttering in her throat, the way her lips parted ever so slightly.
“Not fair! You know I can’t resist it when you chase me,” she murmured.
“I’m counting on it.” I vaulted over the desk just as she darted to the side.
Her eyes caressed me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I didn’t bother to stifle the groan, instead letting it echo through the room. I fisted my cock. “Your mouth, Kara…hot and wet and perfect.”
She shuddered, her eye drifting down to my hand. “You tasted so good. Why didn’t you let me finish?”
I took another step forward, my hand still on my cock. “Because I want to fuck you. I want to finish inside of you. I want to make a child with you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she breathed, darting across the room.
On a growl, I sprang for her, our lips meeting, our arms tangling as we fell onto the couch. Her legs fell apart, her pelvis tilting in silent offering. Biting down on her lip, I thrust deep inside, her pussy fluttering and clamping down around my shaft as I filled her. Pinning her arms above her head, I swiveled my hips and thrust back inside her welcoming heat. She was slick and hot, her body welcoming the intrusion, craving our joining.
“Harder,” she whimpered, her nails clawing at my wrists, her head thrown back as her body shook with each pounding thrust.
Her inner walls rippled around me, squeezing and dragging at my shaft. Letting go of her arms, I cupped her breasts, pushing them together so I could tongue and tease the hardened nipples, dragging each peak into my mouth to swirl around my tongue, letting her feel the edge of my teeth.
“James,” she moaned, her hands dancing down to my ass and grabbing.
“Time for a change,” I grunted, pulling out of her.
She gasped at the sudden loss, her chest flushed and heaving as she dragged in a breath.
Not waiting, I flipped her over and thrust back into her, the angle deeper now, letting me work my cock against her inner walls, searching for that spot—
She let out a strangled wail, her hands clawing at the cushions, her ass thrusting up and back to meet my cock.
Gripping her hips, I focused. That spot—I kept the strokes short, shallow digs, focusing on the shudders wracking her body—right there.