Page 91 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

But it was even better to see the way she’d stacked them up on the bed.

She’d created a hill of pillows in the corner, all of them soft and fuzzy, creating a delicate cradle that was perfect for her soft, sensitive skin.

The silk sheets underneath shined in the light and hissed gently with the slightest movement.

But over them, a large, fluffy white blanket had been artfully laid so that it was trailing on the floor.

Another bed of fluff for his delicate female.

But he only noticed that peripherally, because the bulk of his focus was completely locked in on his female, naked, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, black hair spread over the light colored pillows that she lounged against. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, eyes closed, breasts pushed into the air, dark nipples tight little knots begging for his lips.

Her knees were bent, legs fully spread, offering him a perfect view of that wet, needy cunt and her fingers dipping in and out of her hole as her hips jerked, grinding her clit against her palm.

The slick sounds of her fucking her own hand were a rapid, steady beat to the melody of the song gasped and moaned past her lips.

Sway was aware of the door shutting behind him as he stared at her, enthralled. Though her eyes remained closed, she had to know he was here. Her legs stretched just a bit further, as though in offering, as her noises got louder. Singing just for him.

As he watched, she lifted a hand to her breast and began pinching and squeezing at her needy, achy little nipple. He was envious of her hands, and at the same time, he didn't want to move lest he disturb the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

How long had she been here? Waiting in her nest, playing with herself.

Sway began pulling at his clothes, though his eyes never strayed from her. They were suddenly too tight and constricting. His cock too sensitive for even the fabric of his jumpsuit.

“Sway,” she whined, her voice a desperate plea as her feet pushed against the bed, canting her hips up, fingers moving faster. Rushing towards a release that was eluding her.

Sway’s fingers twitched with the urge to grab those hips she offered and slam deep, fucking her fast and hard until he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted.

But he remained where he stood, grasping his cock and squeezing it so tight it hurt before stroking up and down slowly. Trying and failing to get some relief. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to enjoy this sight even more.

Desperate, needy, aching. Pleading with him. Every muscle in her slender body tense. Trying and failing to reach her own orgasm, and made all the more hungry because of it. Frustrated. Beautiful. So painfully vekting beautiful.

“Sway, please!” She panted, her hips dropping back to the bed as her muscles gave up. Her eyes finally cracked open, unshed tears swimming in them as her release continued to escape her grasp.

He smirked, pleased by how achy and pathetic she looked. He wanted her to keep going. He wanted her to beg and plead with him to help her find release. He wanted her so desperate and needy, it made her cry from the pain.

He’d give her release. He wasn’t so cruel he’d deny her that – to her or himself. But he wanted to see her broken and begging first.

She whimpered at the look on his face. How evil he must appear to her. But she didn't stop, only trembled from exertion.

“Don’t be mean to me,” she whined so prettily. “Sway, I can’t take it anymore. The hormones… they’re too much. I can’t handle it.”

He cocked his head, his hand slowly moving up and down his slick shaft. “Hormones?”

She nodded quickly, her fingers, slick and shiny, slipping from her hole to instead circle rapidly at her throbbing clit.

“It hurts,” she whimpered. “It’s been so long… I think it’s worse because it’s been so long.”

“I fucked you this morning, you needy little thing,” he chuckled, loving this. He adored her pouting desperation and need. It hurt him to watch without touching her, but she was so unbelievably beautiful in this moment, he didn't want to disturb it.

“No,” she shook her head quickly, hair falling over her shoulder to drape around her breasts. Framing them almost artfully. “It’s been so long…ugh… since I ovulated.”

He stilled, his hand squeezing his cock again. “You what?”

She whined, head thrown back. Once again, she pushed her hips up, still rapidly trying to flick her clit fast enough to get the orgasm her body absolutely refused to supply.

“I’m ovulating for the first time in years and I need you! I need you so badly! Please, Sway! I need to feel you coming inside me. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t!”

Sway’s heart was pounding in his ears. Almost drowning out the sound of her pretty begging.

Ovulating. She said she was ovulating.

No, Alred said they were struggling. That they couldn’t figure it out.

That mocking, laughing face he’d made when Sway had been confused popped into his head.

Because he lied. He knew they’d figured it out. He knew that Grace was in here, nesting, horny and desperate, touching herself and unable to find release on just her fingers. They weren’t thick enough, deep enough, hard enough. They couldn’t give her what she really needed.

What they both needed.

Sway snapped, rushing across the room towards her. The beautiful hypnosis her frustration had him under completely broken as he realized the game she had just played.

“Lying to me,” he growled, grabbing her wrist and yanking her hand away.

She yelled in frustration. But it turned into a scream when he smacked her cunt, punishing her for being a sneaky little liar.

“You would tease your mate that way?” He snarled, grabbing her tilted hips and taking the weight of them in his hands. He lined her up with the head of his head. “You don’t deserve my cock.”

“Please!” She yelled, head thrashing back and forth.

The way he was holding her lower body up forced her to use her hands to steady her upper body, meaning she couldn’t play with her clit anymore. He felt the pulsing of her entrance against his head, like it was trying to suck him in, and he groaned, a shiver going over his entire body.

“You don’t deserve me fucking you.”

She whimpered, trying to force her hips down, but only succeeding in rubbing his head up and down her slit instead.

“Say it!” He snapped, his fingers squeezing into her hips, doubtlessly leaving bruises. “Say that you don’t deserve my cock!”

“I don’t deserve your cock!” She yelled, tears trickling down her temples. “I’m a bad girl who lied and teased you and I don’t deserve your cock inside me! But I need it! Please, Sway. I need it so bad!”

It was such a lie. There had never been a more deserving female. But seeing her degrade herself like that, seeing her be so desperate, so hungry, so broken, snapped something in Sway’s brain. She was so beautiful like this. So irresistible.

He slammed her hips down, sheathing himself in one sharp, hard movement. Their bodies slapped together as his knob kissed against her hard clit.

She screamed, shattering immediately. It was the last thing she needed to be sent over the edge that had eluded her for so long. Her cunt clenched around him, squeezing painfully, as her orgasm triggered his own that was waiting there, driven to the edge just by watching her.

The thrusting of his probe into her cervix made her flinch, but it was quick, and she was back to thrashing and twitching as he pumped his seed into her.

“Yes,” he groaned, knowing it was happening for certain this time. He was breeding his female, and nothing had ever felt so right. He was meant for nothing else but this. His entire life served no other purpose.

Wrapping his arms around her, he lowered her butt onto his thighs as he hunched over her, his hips jerking as if he was trying to dig himself in deeper.

Grace’s arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him close. Her thighs tightened at his waist as she shivered.

He wasn’t done pumping her full when he pulled back.

He began fucking her all over again. Grinding into her just like that, holding her tight against him.

From this angle, he was able to get in deep while keeping her mouth right there by his ear, getting her voice shot straight to his brain.

It was like the hottest of aphrodisiacs, burning its way through his veins.

She was helpless and immobile under him. Barely able to hold on. Thanking him as their bodies smacked together, adding a harsh, staccato rhythm to their primal song.

She came apart again, trying and failing to thrash as his grip tightened around her. His entire body went tense, jerking, as he pumped her full a second time. His knob right there against her clit, rubbing and tormenting her sensitive nub driving her wild. She whimpered, overstimulated.

But he wasn’t done with her.

Yanking himself free, he grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto her belly. She fell with a grunt, catching herself on her hands. He took her by the hips and jerked her up onto her knees, slipping inside and slamming deep with a grunt.

She cried out, her head falling back. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked, forcing her back to arch as she sputtered and whimpered while he claimed her roughly from behind.

Her cunt was still spasming, not yet recovered from her first two orgasms, but at least his knob wasn’t rubbing on her clit.

Instead, it was pressing against her ass, kissing that dark hole with each hard thrust.

He grabbed her cheek with the other hand, spreading it open, making sure he hit her there with each thrust. He wanted to claim that hole next. It would probably take some effort to get her to stretch that tiny opening wide enough to take him.

But if he could stretch her throat to accept his cock, he could certainly do the same to her ass.