I swallowed, her words piercing me deeply. “Trust me to make things good for you.”
And then she was naked except for her bra and panties. And fuck was that hot to see her barely dressed.
“I say fair play, bear.” She lifted a brow, her fire and spark coming out, turning me on, having me make quick work to shed the layers of my clothing until I was naked. My cock stood stiff and hard in front of me, and when she looked down, her eyes widening, her throat working as she swallowed, I felt a rush of ecstasy move through me.
“God,” she breathed out. “You’re huge.”
“It’s for you. All for you.” I looked at her bra and panties once more, contemplating tearing the fucking material from her body, but before I could deliver on that internal promise, she was reaching behind her and unclasping the hook. The material fell away from her breasts a second later, then she was pushing her panties down.
Fuck.
Perfection.
So pink.
So mine.
I had her in my arms seconds later, kissing her, and turning with her in my arms as I strode to my bedroom. I needed her surrounded by my things, covered in my scent.
I had her on the bed in seconds flat, my patience all but gone, my desire to mate with my mate riding me too fucking hard. I wanted her throat bared, my canines piecing the soft flesh, marking her so every fucking male knew she was mine.
Once she was on the bed, I stood there, just staring at her, looking at the lines of her body, the curves that made her all woman. I wanted my scent on her, my cum filling her, marking her from the inside out, slipping from her tight little pussy.
“Open wider for me, Ali.”
When her thighs were open and her pussy was on clear display, a harsh groan left me. There was no stopping me as I sank to my knees, the bear in me demanding to taste her, to claim her.
I smoothed my hands up her legs, over her thighs, and curled my fingers into her soft flesh. Then I pulled her thighs apart even further. I wanted to lick her, but I wanted to kiss her more in this second. I leaned in until there was only an inch separating our mouths. My cock pressed against her inner thigh, the tip dripping with pre-cum.
She moaned softly. “God, Maddix,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against mine.
“I want this so badly I can taste it.”
“Yes,” she said in response.
I looked at the perfect mounds of her breasts, my mouth watering, then leaned down and ran my tongue along the stiff peak of her nipple.
A small noise of need left her.
I licked and sucked at that turgid peak, but forced myself to pull back or I’d come before I was even inside of her. “God, I need you, baby. I want you.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Maddix, I’m burning alive.”
I loved it when she said my name.
“How wet are you for me?” I was being a crude bastard right now, but I couldn’t stop myself.
She licked her lips and breathed out slowly.
“Tell me.”
“I’m so wet for you.”
“How wet are you?”
“Soaked,” she said instantly.
I made a low, pleased sound in the back of my throat, then slipped my hand between her legs, my focus trained right on her. I wanted my fingers on her, touching her pussy, stroking her, making her come.