played them between his fingers. He loved the soft feel of her large breasts in his hands--the way her skin shivered with excitement at his touch.
“Mmm,” she hummed against his mouth. A sound of pure pleasure. His cock jerked against her thigh.
She pushed her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, rolling the rigid flesh with her palm. She rubbed the pearl of his desire with her thumb.
He moaned, slipping his hand between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and wet with readiness and desire. Forrest slid a finger over her clit.
“God,” he breathed against her skin. “I need to be in you. I need you so much.”
“Need me?” she teased. “Like the trees need sunshine?”
“Yes.”
“Like the flowers need the rain?”
“Yes.”
“Like Hans needs Leia?”
“Ye--Huh?”
“Never mind.” She grinned. “I get it.” Bailey gazed around the deserted parking lot. “Okay, I’m in.”
“Oh, thank the gods, kalinka moya .” He cupped her lovely, large breasts again, taking one nipple into his mouth, then moving to the other for rough lick.
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Bailey bit her lower lip hard. Moya is Russian meant my . She was his red berry. The little endearment set off a flutter of emotions. Love, lust, happiness.
She gasped as he spread her thighs, kissing down her stomach again to her wet and ready sex. His firm hands grasped her buttocks as his mouth finally made its way to her pussy, his tongue flickering against the clit, licking and sucking the swollen bud sweetly between his lips.
Bailey’s legs quivered. Tight tension coiled itself within her--the sharp edges of another orgasm sliced through her abdomen. His tongue moved incredibly fast as it made its way into her pussy, sliding in and out, flicking against her clit then back in, fucking and sucking her while his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come again.”
In the next second, Forrest was up between her thighs, his erection butting against her pussy like a compass pointing due bliss. “Not yet,” he growled.
She grabbed for him, his hair, his arms, anywhere she could find purchase and pulled her to him. “Get in me. Now.”
Forrest thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeply into her. Lacing an arm around her waist, he lifted her up while keeping them joined.
Unbelievably, even with her body on fire from the wake of the last orgasm, she could feel another one mounting. Forrest expertly slid in and out of her, controlling his strokes, the head of his cock gently nudging the sweet spot inside her channel with every passing sweep.
“Oh, God. Yes!” she cried out, then screamed his name. “Forrest!”
“Who am I?” he asked her, his eyes pure gold now. “Tell me.”
The last time she’d asked, she said his name, but instinctually, she knew it was something else he needed from her. Something else he needed to hear. “You’re mine,” she said.
“Fuck yes,” Forrest grunted as he pumped his hips harder between her legs. “And who are you?”
“I’m…” Her breath caught in her throat as pleasure took her toward another climax. “I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.”
“Damn straight,” he roared. “You are fucking mine!”
“Yes,” Bailey cried out as Forrest yanked her close and bit down hard on her shoulder, his teeth breaking through the skin bringing on a combination of pain and ecstasy. “God, yes. Forrest, yes!”
****
Feeling possessed , Forrest roared as her tight, hot pussy milked his cock. His mouth filled with her blood as he made sure his mark would stay. Bailey was his. His mate. He wanted her and everyone else to know without any doubt that he would take no other. He thrust harder, burying his shaft until his balls slapped against her ass.
Bailey’s moans grew louder, and she pushed harder against him, thrusting her hips forward, hands clutching at his chest. He released his teeth on her and tangled his fingers in her hair. Her pussy clenched against his
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