Page 92 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

Bringing his thumb to his mouth he sucked it for a second, making sure to get it nice and sloppy wet, before lowering it to her dark hole.

He released her hair, dropping her back to the bed.

She hit with a grunt, her back going flat, moving her ass up just enough that he was no longer digging into her with his knob.

But her fluttering hole wasn’t left alone long. He pressed against the tight ring with his thumb. She gasped, her entire body tensing, but not quick enough to stop him. His thumb had already breached the exit, and she wasn’t able to keep him from sinking it all way to the knuckle.

Shaking, whimpering, her asshole fluttered against his thumb. He smacked the cheek with the other hand, redoubling his efforts as he continued fucking her through the entire process. Only now, with his thumb in her ass, she was being fully invaded by him.

“S-Sway…” She panted, shaking. “Th-That’s… no… That’s…”

“Your ass,” he hissed, delighted. “And you’re going to take me up there too. Aren’t you?” She said nothing and he spanked you again. “Aren’t you?!”

“ Ye-e-es !” She whined, her cunt spasming around him. That wasn’t a full orgasm, but it was enough to let him know she enjoyed it. She loved everything he was doing to her. No matter how rough, how dark, how harsh he was with her, she took it. She loved it.

His sweet little mate, who didn't even curse, and who blushed so prettily whenever he brought up sex, would take everything he gave her and-

“Thank you,” she panted, her cunt and ass fluttering around him. “Thank you for your cock! I don’t deserve it but thank you!”

His eyes rolled back in his head. If he was capable of coming without her, he would have at that moment.

Hearing her plead for him, submit to him, degrade herself for him, broke him.

He would do anything for this little female.

He would gladly kill for her. No one and nothing in this universe would ever touch or hurt her again, because she was his.

“I love you,” he growled, squeezing her ass with both hands – though the one with his thumb in her hole had to do it at a bit of an angle.

“I love you!” She yelled back. “I love you! I love you! Thank you! I love you!”

She repeated herself, thanking and loving him for everything he did to her, as he started to fuck his thumb in and out of her ass. Riding her hard, ruthless, making her words stutter and shout as he drove her breath up and out of her lungs with each thrust.

Her final climax shattered both of them. He felt it coming, felt it building in the rapid, wild fluttering of her cunt. He used the grip of his hand to spread her asshole as far as he could, creating a little gap that he smiled at before spitting down, hitting the opening perfectly.

She broke, screaming, her entire body tightening all around him. He groaned, locked in place, as his tube pierced her cervix again. His sac, tucked safe inside his body, ached as he pumped her full for the third time. Too much, too quickly; it hurt. But he vekting loved it.

He collapsed over her, pulling his thumb free with a pop. He crushed her into the bed as they laid there together, panting. His cock still buried deep. He wasn’t going to move it. He had to make sure everything got inside her, breeding her properly.

“Sway…” She whined so sweetly.

He slid his hand up into her hair, cupping the back of her head, as he kissed her temple. So sweet and tender, in direct contrast to how he had just been fucking her.

“Good girl,” he praised warmly. “You took me so well. You did so good. Is your ass sore?”

“A little,” she mumbled, the words almost completely muffled by the way she was burying her face into the blankets out of embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “You not like it?”

She said nothing, but her ears were burning red.

He leaned in close and whispered, “Or are you in disbelief because you did like it?”

She let out a wordless cry of humiliation. He laughed, nuzzling her head.

“Oh, but you were so beautiful, taking me like that.”

One of her little eyes peeked up from the blanket. He gave her a smile.

“Really. I was stunned. It felt so good to me. I need to know if you liked it too.”

She hesitated but finally nodded, almost imperceptibly. “I liked it…”

“Good girl,” he praised again, kissing the side of her head.

Her head popped up. “You’re so-... ugh ! Go wash your hand!”

He laughed, nuzzling her again. He didn't want to leave, but she forced him to go to his privy to wash his hands.

But when he came back, she let him wrap him up in her arms. Her face was still pink.

She buried it into his chest as he pulled the blanket up over their bodies.

Once he had them both warmly tucked in, he slid his hands between her legs and cupped her leaky cunt.

She squeaked, surprised, her thighs tightening around his fingers. Her gaze darted up to him and he smirked.

“Got to make sure it all stays in there.”

She bit her lip, hiding her face again. He could only smile as he relaxed back into the nest she made for them.

It was probably the most comfortable bed he’d ever been in.

His eyes started to close as he just lay there, luxuriating in the feeling of her in his arms, on his chest, their hearts beating in time together.

“You love me?” She asked some time later, her voice soft.

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice sluggish and content.

“I love you, too,” she hummed, snuggling deeper into him.

“You tricked me.”

“I did,” she giggled, not even needing him to clarify what he meant.

He squeezed her cunt, making her wince, the area still sore. “Naughty little female.”

“You love it,” she smiled.

He did. Just as she loved it when he punished her for it. Though, admittedly, her punishments weren’t at all a deterrent for either of them. If anything, he was just encouraging that behavior. Which, honestly, was probably what he wanted anyway.

Sway started to doze again. He didn't fall asleep, but he hovered just there on the edge between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Listening to her breathe. Listening to her heartbeat. After a few moments, he even got the chance to listen to her hum.

She had a pretty voice. Not the kind that would sell out arenas or be featured in hit songs, but the soft, comforting type that would never fail to bring you peace.

And that’s what she brought him.

Peace from the memories. Peace from the guilt. Peace from the discomfort that had been lingering inside him for so long.

This, laying in the nest his mate made for them, the gentle warmth of his fading pleasure still thrumming through his veins, his female in his hands, was the ultimate peace.

Sway would never be a ‘normal’ farasie again. But that didn't mean he couldn’t be a good one, a good male. He could help his people. He could be true to his brothers. He could be the mate she deserved while accepting who he was.

Yes, this was peace. This was his grace upon himself.

She was his Grace.