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My back arched, grinding even more against his tongue and lips, and I had to steady myself on the headboard, just above where his hands were straining within the binds I’d put him in.
Río breathed harshly through his nose but never tried to come up for a true deep breath, completely losing himself between my legs, and if I weren’t trembling and moaning with every flick of his tongue, I would’ve been able to properly marvel how easily he slipped into this place. He alternated from attending to my clit, sending bright ripples up my spine, and fucking me with his tongue, truly eating me from the inside out.
He drew it out, let my pleasure roll until it was a big, undeniable thing, and I reached down, clutching one of his hands and locked our fingers together. He held on just as tightly, keeping me steady as my muscles shook and threatened to topple over or collapse. It was too good, too good, and I was mumbling a string of praises for my perfect mate and telling him to just keep going right there, because I was so close.
And then he purred, as if he was saving it for that moment where I was so close to falling into sweet abyss. The vibrationsextended to his tongue, and I felt myself flood his face even more while tightening all over. Everything ceased to exist but Río’s tongue vibrating between my legs and my hand in his. The light in my chest felt like it was never-ending, and I came with my jaw dropped.
Río settled his ministrations, but the purr continued, drawing out every pulse of pleasure my body was willing to give until my muscles twitched with oversensitivity.
I scrambled clumsily off of his face, careful not to catch any of his hair, and sat back on his chest. After a sniff of the air and a confirming glance behind my shoulder, I let out my own light hum of approval. It wasn’t quite a purr, but the sentiment rolled through him just as effectively.
If I thought he looked wrecked before, it had nothing on him now, mouth and cheeks completely slicked, lips red and slightly swollen from his wet kisses, and sweat wetting the hair at his temples. He was barely keeping his eyes open, and there was a frustrated furrow between his thick brows.
My hand found his mark without even having to look, rubbing and petting hard into the muscle. “That was so good of you, baby. Now look at you. My good boy, I love you so much.” I got choked up a little bit at that last one, voice growing a bit thicker as I saw how much the words affected him.
Another round of tears fell from his eyes, and I lowered to lick them away before resuming my descent down Río’s body until I rested over his legs again. Between my thighs, I trapped his together and finally turned my full attention to his cock. It was flushed and throbbing, the vein winding up his shaft prominent. “Do you think you’ve been good enough for me to take care of this, baby?”
He blinked a few times, as if he couldn’t quite understand what I was saying, and it took more time for him to form the words, his mouth trying to connect with his thoughts. “I d-don’tkn—” I cut his insecurity off with another twist of his nipple, harder than I had before, and a groan of pleasure-pain punched out of him. It seemed to wake him up a bit, and when I let the sensitive peak go, he stammered, “If-if you think so. Please.”
“I asked ifyouthought you were being good. Did you do what I told you to just now?” I shimmied a little lower, seated on his shins, now, and leaned over his cock. Instead of giving him the contact he was so obviously craving, I took little, kittenish laps at the precum running down his torso. It made the tattoos sparkle and shine, and I hummed as I tasted the salt and the warmth of his skin. “Answer, me, baby,” I paused.
“I—I. Yeah, I made you come first.”
“And what about as my mate?”Lick, “Have you been good to me? Loving me and taking care of me?”
We watched each other as I purposely got less than an inch from his dick that twitched but never connected with my face. “Yeah. I t-try,” his voice broke, and he had to clear his throat, “I try my best.”
I pressed a kiss into the bleeding heart inked on his skin. “Baby, it’s more than try. You’re beautiful and marvelous. You know that? And,” I sighed and palmed his shaft. He sucked in a gasp and froze, waiting for me to finish. “You were right. I love your dick.”
Puckering my lips, I let my spit dribble onto the head of Río’s cock, watching the saliva trail down the curve of his cockhead while he groaned a pained, rough noise. My thumb nudged the black barbell through the slit, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from him before I moved my fist, making the rest of him nice and wet for my throat.
“You’re such a good mate, my Río.” I meant every word, so grateful to have him in my life, and thanked the universe as I swallowed half of him down in one motion. He cried out, yelling loud enough for the neighbors to have no question of what wewere doing, and I hollowed my cheeks as I pulled back, only to plunge again. I dragged the flat of my tongue against his shaft, tickled the barbell each time I teased the head. Río’s legs were bunching and shaking beneath me, but my body restrained them, too. His shouts and curses in Spanish turned to a string of what I guessed were pleas, and it didn’t take long at all for him to stiffen even more in my throat. I pulled back until his slit rested on my tongue, just in time for Río to throw his head back and erupt, shooting cum into my mouth.
Trying my best to collect but not swallow, I breathed through my nose, lashes fluttering on my cheeks, and moved my fist to milk every last drop out of him. Deepthroating was still a skill that eluded me, but I liked to think I’d improved my dick sucking in the short time we’d been together.
Careful not to spill, I opened my mouth for him to see the cum I collected, tongue sticking out.
“Fuck, Princess.” Río seemed to have a little more of his wits about him, now that he wasn’t fighting back his orgasm to the point of tears, and his own tongue licked slowly at his lip as he watched me close my mouth and swallow.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
RÍO
Iused a light, hatching motion to shade the sketch I’d been working on in the moments Ramona and I had like this over the past few days. Where we lay next to each other in our nest, doing our own things together. She had a book propped up on her bent knees, while I leaned against the headboard on the side of the bed nearest the lamp, my sketchbook open.
The sleek Gray Wolf sat on her haunches, head turned to look over her shoulder at me. The stoic expression of her light eyes contrasted with the playful tail I imagined wagging when she bared her teeth. Her ears were pinned back on her head in challenge, and I smirked as I continued to shade the swaths of darker areas of fur on her back and face.
Ramona shifted beside me, sending a current of our scent my way as our nest moved beneath her. We both lounged naked, and the way she’d repositioned herself left the dip of her lower back arched just before the perfect swell of her ass. She crossed her legs at the ankle and left them swaying in the air as she propped up on her elbows to keep reading.
Her brows were pulled in the little frown she usually got when she was reading, and I abandoned my Wolf sketch for a moment to look over her shoulder.
Three sentences in, and I couldn’t resist giving her a hard time. I set down my sketchbook and pencil and straddled over her, my half-hard cock resting between her cheeks. My hands planted on either side of her book, and my loose hair was a canopy over her head. “‘He gripped her hair with an unflinching hold’” Ramona sputtered indignantly, but I kept on reading with my grin evident in my voice, “‘pulling at her hair just enough to draw tears while he thrusted his cock to the back of her throat. She sighed in bliss’—Princess, you are a dirty girl, reading porn before bed.”
She twisted around to glare up at me, shoving her book to the edge of the nest. “It’s notporn. And how do you think I knew at least a little about sucking dick the first time we met?”
We’d been resting in our nest of blankets and pillows and clothing, recovering from the dinner with her mom and the sexy as fuck round of bondage, for a few hours, but the memory of my mate slipping so nicely into my command without even knowing me had my gut swooping. What could I say? I liked both submitting and controlling.
And though my princess liked it when I took over, I now had first-hand experience of how much she liked to exert her power over me.