The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Annalia was never what you would call a sex siren. She liked sex. Loved it, in fact. She just wasn’t used to having good sex. At least, not with another person. But masturbation could only get a girl so far.
With Lance, all that changed. Her sexy, gorgeous Tiger watched her fondle and stroke her sex with greedy, hungry eyes. The second she gave him permission, he leapt across ten feet as if it were nothing, just to sink on all fours in front of her wide-open legs.
Lance knelt in front of her like a knight of old. Fuck, it was hot. He made her feel like some sort of deity to be worshipped. Annalia wasn’t done taunting him yet. She slid her cream-soaked hands to his mouth, and he licked them one at a time. His intense growl made her even more wet.
She was taunting him, daring him to act. Never had she been so bold, never with anyone else. She couldn’t even imagine it.
Anna had never stripped for her lover, touched herself for him. It wasn’t in her nature to be so adventurous and daring. Well, it wasn’t before. Raw and dirty were things she’d always been curious about.
But they were secret fantasies of hers. Sort of like having a gorgeous man kneel between her thick thighs. And Lance was fucking gorgeous. Big, sexy, and sweet and he wanted her. She knew it, reveled in it. Nothing felt as good as knowing he wanted her. Well, except for when he was touching her.
He inhaled deeply, holding in his breath as if to savor her scent. The way he wanted her was so fucking hot. With a subtle flex of her hips, she enticed him forward.
Need, arousal, burning lust, and buds of affection swelled up inside of her. Her sex clenched on air, begging to be filled. She’d started out teasing him, but now she was the one silently begging for his attentions.
She didn’t know what came over her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She knew what, but some things were plain unbelievable. She pinched herself on her outer thigh, just to be certain.
“Mine,” growled her mate.
Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. This level of desire was burning her alive. The she-Cat inside her hissed and growled. She wanted to get right down to the part where he fucked her stupid, filled her with his cubs, and they lived happily ever after.
Next, he leaned forward, his hot breath on her thigh, and all thought fled her brain. His tongue swept over her lips, parting them, sliding inside. He growled against her, making her vibrate with the force of the sound.
Fucking hell, the man was purring as he lapped at her center. Better than any vibrator. Head back, she moaned and rocked her hips in time with his licks.
Lance was a motherfucking cunnilingus god. He made her weak kneed with his carnal skills, but he really touched her heart with everything else he did. All the soulful stares and thoughtful questions he asked about her.
He supported her when she’d stood up to Sandra and Glenn. Not taking over, or trying to rescue her, he let her handle it. He believed she could, and that was amazing.
“Oh god,” she moaned aloud as he added one finger, then two to her sheath.
Stroking them along her g-spot, Lance purred as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He used everything he had. Lips, tongue, fangs, fingers. Lance was not holding back, but he was taking his time.
Fuck, it was so good.
Purring loudly, the vibrations coming from his mouth rocked her like her own personal massager. And she loved every bit of it. Then he scraped one long fang along her swollen clit, and Annalia saw stars. She was one big explosion of pleasure.
Every single atom that made up her being scattered into oblivion. Pulling his hair, she held him in place, rocking her hips, pressing her pussy firmly to his mouth, riding out wave after wave of unending bliss.
He lifted his head, slowed the plundering of his fingers, and grinned. Evidence of her pleasure coated his lips and chin, but Annalia wasn’t embarrassed. Still holding onto his hair, she pulled him forward.
Crushing her mouth to his, tasting her own desire on his lips, her hands traveled down his hard chest and the rippling muscles of his abs until she found it. His cock was long and thick, pulsing in his grip as she guided him to her slick, swollen heat.
Lance wasn’t smiling anymore. Claws gripping her hips, he thrusted his pelvis forward until he filled her all the way to the hilt. The curve of her body hanging half-way off the couch allowed him to slide deep, so deep. Annalia’s beast roared in pure joy.
“Yes,” she moaned aloud, and clung to his shoulders with her sharp nails digging into his skin.
“Mine,” his voice was no more than gasps, but she loved it, needed it.
The stark possession in the word called to her she-Cat. She wanted to be his, knew it was where she belonged. The absolute certainty stunned her, but she welcomed it. How marvelous to be so sure, and hell yes, she was sure.
Lance was her fated mate, and she was his.
Mine, mine, mine.
He growled and moaned with each thrust, pulling whimpers and cries from her lips as his massive cock stroked every nerve ending inside her slick sheath. Cupping her ass, he lifted her higher until he was standing.
“Shit, I’m too heavy,” she worried aloud, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled and pressed her up against the wall.
Arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed his mouth as he continued to move. The ridges along his cock stroked her sensitive flesh as he drove in and out of her heat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her pleasure grew and her she-Tiger surged forward. It had to be at the right moment. She knew that instinctively. The moment her orgasm began, her sheath tightened around his cock, gripping him like a vise. Then Annalia struck.
Wrapping her jaws around his right shoulder, she pierced his tender flesh, giving him her mating mark. Lance cried out. His cock grew bigger, harder inside of her with the strength of his orgasm.
The beast roared proudly as blood filled her mouth, hot and sweet with hints of his own wintergreen scent. She swallowed it down like the animal she was, then released him, and licked the wounds closed.
Still trembling with the force of their coming together, Lance somehow managed to get them to the bedroom.
“That was,” she was still panting, trying to get a hold of her breathing.
“Yeah,” he nuzzled her cheek, “Need your pump?”
“No,” she smiled, and meant it.
This breathlessness was entirely welcome.