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Chapter 13

Cat

H e pushed his hips toward me, and the head of his cock slid through my wetness and into the opening of my passage.

We both groaned at the heady sensation.

Holding his arms tight, I stared up at him, loving how gentle he was even in this.

“Love you,” he whispered. “So much. I know it’s too soon, too much, but I can’t help telling you, mate.” Pulling back, he drove forward again, seating himself deeper, though not all the way inside.

The stretch was intense, and I worried I wouldn't be able to take him all when I wanted to. All thought of speech flew from my mind.

He pulled back and thrust toward me again. This time, I bucked my hips up to meet him, and his cock sunk deeper.

"Mate," he growled. "You feel amazing. Can you take all of me, take my cock?"

"Show me," I growled right back at him. “Give it all to me. Make it fit.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt. It’s tight.” Incredibly tight. “But I want all of you.”

“You’re sure?”

I grinned. “Keep trying. Don’t give up until you’re buried to the hilt.”

His gaze remained locked on me. “Your tight little pussy feels incredible. I’m going to give you more.” He slipped from me and drove forward, harder this time. Sinking deeper.

I gasped as pleasure radiated through my body. It didn’t hurt but damn was he huge. “I can take it.” I could.

He grinned before it slipped from his face, replaced with an intensity that rocked me to my core. I could feel my body gushing, and when the nubs along the sides of his cock started vibrating, I whimpered.

He seated himself deeper with each thrust.

I moaned, caught up in the heady feeling. When the spur above his cock latched onto my clit and hummed, I cried out in joy. Soon we were both lost in a frenzied embrace. I ran my hands over his arms, savoring the flex of his muscles as he labored above me.

Love washed over me. He felt so good inside me—so powerful yet tender at the same time. It was all I could do not to give in and come this instant.

He pushed himself up, and I wrapped my legs around him. His thrusts grew more urgent, and I could feel him swelling within me, growing impossibly larger. Still, I took everything he had to give, and his groans of pleasure echoed around us.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and each time he thrust forward, his spur circled my clit, stroking it while vibrating.

I couldn’t take much more, but I wanted this to last forever. Tension built inside me. I was a volcano about to blow, and I’d shoot all the way to the stars.

“Come for me, mate,” he shouted. “You take my cock so well, so sweetly.” He went faster, pistoning his hips to stroke every bit of my inner walls.

"Mate," he said, his voice low and raspy.

I grinned up at him, knowing he was close too.

“My glorious, wonderful mate. You’re perfect. Feel how hard my cock is. I can’t wait to let go. Give me your sweetness, love.” He kept thrusting, faster and harder. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were shut tight as if to keep the heady feeling from overwhelming him.

My body gave way all at once, shudders rippling through me, bursting from my core.

With a bellow, he came as well, spilling his seed deep inside me.