Chapter 8 To Pleasure Her

Rockan “Don't do that," I said, pulling her hand away from her face. "I want to hear how good I make you feel." I could feel her body tremble underneath me. Then I stopped, I stood up and watched how she squirmed as she made feeble attempts to push me back down but failed. I was aroused and still found her cute at the same time. In an attempt to rid myself of the restrictions I was beginning to feel, I moved down to the edge of the bed, pulling her towards me. “Come," I said and it was almost as though she couldn’t think for herself anymore. I could feel she was completely aroused and so was I. She settled on my legs, wrapping hers around my waist. Her kisses were urgent, hungry. I could feel her need in every touch, every movement. My hands roamed her body, feeling her warmth and softness against me. Her hands found their way to my briefs, fumbling with the top. She managed to pull it down, and my throbbing cock sprang free. It stood at attention, eager and ready. She couldn't resist. It was as if my cock called to her. She took the top into her mouth, her lips sliding down my thick shaft. She was insatiable, savoring every inch. She paused for a moment, trying to read my expression, but the mask I wore concealed it. "You done?" I asked almost teasingly, feeling her challenge. For a moment, I felt in control. But then, with a swift move, I was hovering over her, dragging myself down once again. She laid back on the bed, and I began to worship her feet. I didn't know I had a thing for feet until now. Eventually, my attention shifted back to her aching, wet snatch. I brought my face close, teasing her with the tip of my tongue. Her breath quickened, and I pulled away, enjoying her impatience. "Please," she begged, her voice dripping with need. I pushed her legs up, wasting no time. My tongue delved into her, my fingers joining the dance. "Yes, right there," she moaned, her hands gripping my hair, pushing my face deeper as her back arched in pleasure. I spread her legs wide, diving in between, losing myself in the moment. The view was intoxicating, and I could tell she was loving every second. But she wanted more. She wanted all of me. When I came up, I locked lips with hers, letting her taste her own juices. She giggled, and I wondered if this was the same girl who had seemed so fearful not long ago. Her hands dropped to my pulsating cock, gently stroking it. 'I want it inside me," she breathed, her voice almost a whisper, but I understood. "Little mate, I don't think that's a good idea." "Shut up and just fuck me!" Her impatience was almost tangible. I struggled with myself, still thinking I was taking advantage of her. But she wanted this. She wanted me. "You asked for this," I said, placing my cock at her entrance. I rubbed against her folds, then slowly pushed in. She groaned with satisfaction as I filled her up. I started thrusting at a steady pace. I looked down, seeing how I barely had half of it in and she was already stretched. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through both of us. I hoisted her legs up and continued, her gasps and grunts turning into moans. As I thrusted faster and deeper, her moans became screams. She asked for this, I reminded myself. She was new to this, but she didn't want me to know. Her eyes were wide, overwhelmed by the intensity. The sound of my cock moving in and out of her made a wet, squelching sound. Then, I switched it up. I pulled her on top of me. I wanted her to ride me. Of course, she obliged. She straddled me with confidence, masking her inexperience. She slid my cock back inside her, taking as much as she could before she started to ride. Her pace picked up, and I rewarded her with a slap on her ass, urging her to go harder and faster. Our pace slowed. I could tell she was as impatient as I had been. I flipped her over again, entering her from behind. Her screams filled the room. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or overstimulation, but she grabbed the sheets, crying out as I pounded her. She was losing her arch, so I pulled her hair, keeping her in position. "You asked for this, little mate. There’s no turning back now!” I groaned, spanking her ass as I drove myself deeper into her. She was wet enough that it didn’t hurt as much as she feared. “What the fuck!” I heard from outside, cutting through her screams and my groans. It was Tyris. He heard us. “You’re not supposed to fuck her yet!” Tyris screamed from outside, hitting the door violently. She covered her mouth to muffle her voice, but I knew this only fueled my anger. My thrusts became more demanding, more aggressive. “Please!” she cried out. “Slow down!” I didn’t listen. I fucked the life out of her. It got more intense. Her moans turned into loud groans. I felt myself losing control. My pace changed as her screams grew louder. I could feel her nearing the edge. Her toes curled, her jaw tightened. Was she going to orgasm? I knew. My pace quickened, focused on bringing her there. I was close too. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her orgasm rippled through her, spilling out of her pussy, flooding her body with sensation. She collapsed. I edged back, still grinding against her. “Alpha Rockan,” she called out my name for the first time, her voice pleading. She became hypersensitive, the sheets feeling like the softest cotton against her skin, harmonizing with her heightened senses. I continued to grind, using her body for my pleasure. I felt myself getting closer. My cock hardened, ready to explode. Within seconds, I pulled out of her warmth. She jerked me off, eager for my release. I groaned louder than ever, spilling myself all over her. It was warm, thick cum, just for her, because of her. “Rockan, I swear I will never forgive you for this!” Tyris’s voice broke through, but I didn’t care. Heck I loved how angry he had gotten over this issue. “That was…something,” she breathed out, collapsing beside me. We lay there, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.