Love at First Mate - Badlands Territory

The angel spread in front of me.

Her dripping pink cunt calls me and I drive my face down, my hand releasing my dick as I take two handfuls of her plump, Kardashian ass, and a chain reaction lights inside of me as her flavor hits my tongue, exploding like a supernova.

She soaks my face in a jolt, driving her open pussy against my ravenous tongue, taking what she wants as her body twists and my fingertips dig into her soft ass.

I’ve heard dudes talk about sex with their mates, but there are no words for this. I can’t swallow enough of her sweet honey as it drenches my lips and flows down my chin. I’m fucking pissed that I’m letting any of her nectar get away from me, but I don’t want to tear my mouth from her long enough to lick away what’s escaping.

If she’s this good on my mouth, I can’t imagine how my cock will feel inside her. Nothing is as soft as the silk on my tongue and lips right now.

I drive into her tight opening, feeling the resistance there as she grinds and rides my face, her hands tangled into my hair, and I think I might pass out from pleasure.

I look up to see her heavy lidded eyes on me, mouth agape, and the only thing I’d change right now is to have taken the time to get her fucking shirt off so I could see her tits on display.

Her nipples are hard and pointed on the fabric of her t-shirt and as good as her juicy cunt tastes, in that moment I think of her engorged and dripping with milk, feeding me, and the urge to breed my mate takes over.

She will only know me. That much I’ve already decided. But I’ll seal the deal with my cub in her belly. Making her full of me so everyone knows she’s taken. She will be bound to me in every way. She was created just for me.

I pull an orgasm from her with my teeth on her clit, then I lower my tongue inside her virgin opening to feel her walls pulse and clamp down as the pleasure I brought to her takes over. Her orgasm has her raising the roof with her screams her legs start to flail.

Her thick thighs clamp down on the sides of my face as her body convulses then she drives a solid heel into my kidney making stars dance in my eyes.

Her hands slap at my head but I’m not done.

One more. I need one more.

“Stop!” she whimpers, her voice pained as she violently tries to pull her juicy pussy from my mouth. “It hurts!”

My dick is so hard, I think it’s about to tear through the skin and shift into some sort of bear-cock monster, but that beast will have to wait just a little longer.

She’s tearing my fucking hair out and screaming as the taste of her orgasm brands itself into the deepest parts of me.

My tongue is relentless on her clit until I feel her body stiffen and her thighs quiver and slap again against my cheeks. This time, she goes completely silent but her sweet juice tells me I’ve hit my mark.

She gushes into my open mouth as I hold her solid against me, slurping and sucking every delicious drop as the spasms take over.

Curse words flow from my sweet angel like a sailor on leave after a fifty of whiskey. As the filth flows from her mouth, her orgasm tears through her, her body flopping on the bed like Linda Blair until I think her head is going to spin around.

I don’t care, I’m keeping her, even if she turns out to be some demon in the world’s sexiest curvy package, she’s not going anywhere. I didn’t know I was waiting for her my whole life, but now that she’s here I’m never letting her go.

Her body finally melts into the bedding, her breath coming in heaves as her eyelashes flutter, showing only the whites of her eyes, and I see tears streaming from their corners down into her shimmering brown hair. Tiny gray rivers and streaks of mascara cover her face and she’s the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen.

While she’s still half boneless, I rise up and take her shirt and bra, leaving her naked and the most ravishing creature I’ve ever seen. I lower my face and engulfing the dark circle of her nipple into my mouth, spinning my tongue around the hard peak before moving to the other as her breathing slows and her panting turns to soft moans.

I’m a mess, but all I can think about is Wynter.

How long I fought the idea of a mate and the feeling of utter joy and completeness I have right now. All my fears evaporate as I look down and see what I’ve needed all along. I always thought my life was complete, but looking back it was only a waiting game.