The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

The man has fucking wrecked me.
She tried catching her breath. But who needed air? She gasped and moaned. Breathing was completely overrated, wasn’t it? Especially when her soon to be claimed mate was using his long tongue and prehensile lips to make her orgasm like a fucking rock star.
Holy fuck, the man had skills. And Jessica was one lucky pussycat. She pulled on Brayden’s hair, loving the feel of her big Bear as he slid up her body.
He was all hard planes and rippling muscles. Heat from his skin seared hers, marking her with his scent. His chest rumbled and waves of desire filled her.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, hands cupping her large breasts.
She’d never been so happy to be plus sized in her whole life, but he was right. Her lush softness was the perfect contrast to his hard muscles. She could not wait to get to the part where her possessive Bear worshipped her plump body, as long as he knew that was not all Jess was.
She might be fluffy, but she was also a Tiger. A motherfucking badass who was strong and fierce. She could more than take the weight of his heavy body, and even as he tried to hold himself away, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of her.
“I’m too heavy,” he grumbled.
“You’re perfect for me, mate,” she growled back and nipped his lip between her teeth.
Truth was, Jessica loved every ounce of the beast and man who belonged to her. Fated mates were designed to bring completion to their other halves, and he was hers in every way. She wanted to feel the pressure of his body, the penetration, the dominance.
With a mighty growl and his black eyes glittering down at her, Brayden caught her lips. Another soul searing kiss and she never wanted to be completely possessed by another soul until that moment. As if he’d read her mind, Brayden’s thick cock was suddenly at her aching core, nudging her wet nether lips to allow him entry.
She spread her legs wide. Opening for him, surrendering to him, and loving every second of it. Jessica lifted her hips, wrapping her long legs around his waist, urging him to sink deep, hard and fast. But the bastard made her wait, too strong and steady to be rushed, much to her consternation.
“So tight,” he moaned as he proceeded to invade her body one inch at a time.
Did she mention it was a whole lot of inches, too? Like a lot. By the time he was halfway seated inside her tight and untried channel, Jessica felt impossibly full. And so fucking good. All her synapses were firing, nerve endings on high alert, and she was desperate for him to move.
Thank you, universe.
She gasped as he stretched her sheath to the max with his impossibly enormous cock. After waiting a moment for her to adjust, he finally slid all the way home, drawing matching groans from them both.
“Fuck, kitten, you feel so good squeezing my cock with that pretty little pussy,” he growled, kissing her on the mouth.
Not a tiny little kiss, either. This was a full on assault. Brayden destroyed her with that kiss, plundering her mouth and moving his tongue in time with his cock.
“My pussy’s not pretty,” Jessica responded the moment he let her breathe again.
Possessive bastard. But he was sexy and hung. Thank fuck. She was barely able to form a coherent thought with him so deep inside her sheath.
“The fuck you say, kitten? My pussy is fucking gorgeous,” Brayden grunted as he withdrew, causing her to whimper.
The arrogant prick grinned at her mewling noises. He held himself up, waiting for her eyes to focus back on his.
“Say it, kitten. Tell me how pretty my pussy is,” he demanded, withholding his cock until she complied.
Motherfucker. She was gonna get him back for this. Later. After he made her come a time or twelve.
“Brayden, please,” she hissed.
He slid in a few inches, then pulled out once more, causing the flames of arousal to burn a little higher with each teasing slide.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
“Fine, but if you don’t make me come soon, I’m gonna scratch the hide off you,” she snarled.
He grinned, eyes glittering, as he swiveled his hips, causing the thick knob of his mushroomed head to brush against her swollen and needy clit. Fucking hell. Jessica wanted to scream. So she did.
“My pussy is pretty.”
“MY pussy,” he corrected.
“Yes. Yours! Your pussy is motherfucking gorgeous!”
“Mine,” he snarled, then pounded into her in one long, hard thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed.
Her she-Cat had her claws coming out, fangs too, in reaction to the possessive growl coming from his chest. She was more than happy to see his beast come out to play. It meant both man and animal were united in this. In his claiming of her. And she sure as hell hoped he intended to claim her fully and completely.
That was all the time she had for thought. Brayden was doing things to her she’d only ever read about. Lost in sensation, Jessica let go for the first time in her adult life. She wanted to drown in him, in the delicious naughty things he was doing to her.
His magnificent dick seemed to light fires in every single one of her nerve cells. So incredibly thick, his pulsing member slid in and out of her channel with precise, powerful thrusts. Like he was trying to touch every centimeter of her body, and the man was, too.
“Mine,” he growled the word.
Jessica nodded. It was the only response she could give. She was his, and he was hers. Together, they were better and stronger. A mated pair who would only know full, complete happiness in each other’s arms. It was a miracle, and she was going to hold on to it, to him, with both hands.
It might be too soon to confess how deeply she loved him, but maybe not. They were Shifters, not normals. Fated mates did not always love instantly, but she’d known Brayden for years. He was a good man, an excellent Beta, and as a mate, he was already knocking her socks off. Brayden worked her body, playing it like a master played his instrument, hitting every spot just right.
Thrust, withdraw, swivel, and thrust again.
Each move had her gripping him tighter with her legs and arms. She clutched at his shoulder, enjoying his hiss when her nails scratched him, marking him in her own way.
He dipped his head, swallowing her moans with his mouth, mashing his lips to hers. Each kiss was filled with such heat and intensity, her belly tightened, and toes curled.
Warm, drugging sensations of pure bliss began to swirl, starting in her core. That build up teased and excited her with hints of promised fulfillment and ecstasy.
Need. Want. Claim.
“Want you so bad, Jessica, always. Want you to be mine. Say you are mine,” he growled, the words so deep she almost couldn’t hear.
“Yes,” she answered, knowing it was the only possible thing she could say.
“Mine!” he demanded.
“Yours,” she responded.
Her she-Cat purred, loving his possessive streak. Brayden increased the speed and pressure of his thrusts, bringing them all the way up the bed, till they were at the headboard. When they could go no farther, he took them both right off the mattress, onto the floor. Careful of her head, he caught their fall with his arms, grabbing a pillow as he continued to slam into her pussy. Jessica did not care as long as he never stopped. Her impending orgasm grew with every withdraw and pump of his hard body until she was lost to everything but the sensation of it, of him.
“Can’t stop, kitten. Won’t stop until I fill you with my cum, mark you with my bite,” he growled again.
Jessica noted the glittering of his eyes, like black diamonds in the dark room. The hint of fangs in his mouth had her own gums aching. Anticipation thrummed up her spine. Her Bear’s growling as he fucked her senseless made it that much more intense.
It was what she wanted, what she needed. So damn good. He was so thick and hard, her pussy spasmed around his cock. Jessica knew without a doubt she was giving him more than her body. This claiming was about body, mind, heart, and soul.
After searching for her mate for most of her adult life, she’d finally found him in Brayden. He’d been right there for years, under her very nose. She would not waste another second on doubts. They would start a life together now, and it was going to be amazing.
“Harder,” she demanded.
Her inner beast wanted him wild with need when they finally came apart and claimed each other. And she was going to claim him as well. There was no doubt about that.
Brayden got on his knees, lifting her up till she was astride him, her long red hair cascading over them both. She thought she was too big for this kind of thing, but he didn’t seem to think so.
Her Bear was bigger, stronger than any other man she’d ever known. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing, with firm hands on her hips and one finger teasing the crevice of her ass. He picked her up and slammed her down, impaling her on his cock over and over again. The feeling was incredible.
“Oh gods!”
Her cry echoed off the walls. But she couldn’t help it. He was so deep with this new position, touching places she hadn’t even known were there.
“Mine!” he roared.
Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples in his mouth while fucking her hard from below. Brayden’s every drive brought her closer and closer to that pinnacle. It was just there, so close she could taste it.
Her fingers raked his shoulders, claws coming out in her wild and desperate need to come. He moved hard and fast, his own claws piercing her hips and scratching her there.
She’d be permanently marked by his animal. The knowledge that his scratches would forever be imbedded on her skin brought her that much closer to the edge.
The scent of their blood, sex, and sweat filling the air had her own fangs lengthening in response. It was primal and raw. Rough and tender. Just the way she’d dreamed it could be between fated Shifter mates.
She could only imagine the teal glow of her eyes as she gazed down at him. Her mate. He grunted and groaned, the vein in his neck throbbing as his beautiful dick slammed home.
Jessica’s muscles tightened. With one final thrust, Brayden’s teeth struck over her left breast just as Jessica’s fangs found purchase on his opposite shoulder.
Her pussy squeezed his cock and her orgasm slammed into her hard and fast.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
RRROOOAAARRRR!
Whether that was his beast or hers, she was not certain. Maybe it was both echoing inside of them. Wave after wave of pleasure grew inside of her with every pulse, grind, and thrust. Jessica thought she would die from so much of it.
She swallowed down the thick, coppery liquid from his neck and sealed the wounds with her saliva. Satisfaction at knowing he would wear her mark forever only increased her pleasure.
Brayden opened his mouth and loosed a roar that shook the fucking room. Then his lips returned to her skin, his mouth covering her mark as he sucked and licked, healing her with his saliva.
His dick pulsed as he continued to come, and she moaned in ecstasy. Jessica fucking loved the feeling she got as his thick, hot seed coated her womb and branded her as his.
They clung together through it all. Until her bones felt like jelly, and she had no strength left at all.
Still, she held on. They licked each other’s wounds closed, waiting for their breath to return to normal. Finally, after several long minutes, it did.
Brayden lifted her on shaky legs and turned so they could both fall onto the bed, his cock still buried deep inside of her. She didn’t want him to leave there.
Like never, ever never.
Okay, maybe when she had to pee, but that was it.
“No place else I want to be, mate,” he growled, and she realized she’d spoken aloud.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered.
The words were said with reverence and awe as she stroked his handsome face from forehead to chin.
“And you are mine, kitten. My mate, forever.”
A smile broke across her face and before she knew it, he was kissing her again. It was better than what she’d describe to Uncle Uzzi. So much better than any other kiss she’d ever had or imagined.
His kiss was completely thorough, leaving nothing of her mouth or heart untouched. The soft, slow slide of his lips against hers gave way to the feel of his tongue along her seam.
He licked and nibbled, sipped, and devoured. Soft, hard, slow, then deep. He was everywhere and nowhere. So close she couldn’t tell where she stopped, and he started.
She was drowning in his kiss. Happily so. When his cock pulsed and he moved once more, she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her. This time, it was no hard, desperate fucking.
This meeting was a slow slide of skin against skin. A communion of bodies and souls. She meant that in the truest sense of the word. Every single inch of Brayden was touching her.
His legs entwined with hers, his hard stomach moved in time with his thrusts along her smooth, soft one. Their arms were wrapped so tightly around each other she could barely breathe. She could only feel.
He dazzled her senses with every inch of his heated flesh. She was not just Jessica Maverick anymore. She was part of something. Part of him. And he was a part of her.
Swivel, grind, swivel, slide.
The steady thrum of his body moved in time with hers. This slow, intense fucking was a gift they gave each other, and it was more than enough to make her lose her grip on the present. Hell, she damn near lost her mind from the pleasure.
Jessica had no choice. He made her let go of every inhibition. Conquered every fear she’d ever had that maybe she wasn’t good enough.
Brayden made her feel like a princess. He did not say the words. He might never. But in those moments, he showed her with his body just how he felt about her. Her heart filled with so much love for him, it only increased with every passing second and every tantalizing touch.
She might be an absolute idiot who read too much into sex and mating, but Jessica was pretty fucking sure she just fell irrevocably in love with her big Black Bear.
She opened her eyes to see his closed with concentration as his mouth continued to do heavenly things to hers. Lifting her hands, she held his face, giving him everything she had. But she wanted more still. Rolling with him until suddenly she was on top, Jessica increased the pressure of her mouth on his.
Brayden groaned with the move. His black eyes opened, meeting hers as she continued the swivel, grind, swivel pace he’d set. Using her thigh muscles to squeeze him, Jessica gasped as she felt him grow harder and longer while buried deep in her weeping pussy. How was that even possible?
The rumbling growl that built up inside of him was such a fucking turn on, she increased speed. It was so fucking good. She felt her walls tighten, squeezing his dick. Brayden growled and pulled her off, turning her onto her stomach. He was behind her in a flash.
“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her ass up and thrusting it out towards him.
She wanted him to fuck her like this. Her Tiger demanded it. She turned her head to see him staring at her ass, but he wasn’t moving fast enough. She bucked and wiggled her hips.
“Fuck me,” she demanded for the second time that night.
“Gonna take you like this, mate, then I’m gonna take this ass too,” Brayden growled.
He slapped the flat of his hand against her right cheek, sending zings of pleasure straight into her pussy.
He must have liked her response because he smacked her ass again. Then he soothed it with his lips, teasing her forbidden hole with his thumbs before spreading her wide.
Jessica had never had sex back there before, but suddenly, her Tiger craved it. The animal wanted him filling her with his cum every way possible. Moisture dripped from her slit, her need out of control.
“Please,” she whined, and pushed back again.
“I’ll take you here later. First, I’m going to fill your pussy until my cum is dripping from you. Want that, mate?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Whatever my mate wants,” he growled, impaling her from behind.
Thank fuck.
He was so long, so hard, and so very good at fucking. Jessica moaned and gasped as he pounded into her at a punishing pace. His thick cock stroked every inch of her, spreading her wide until it almost hurt. But it was so fucking good.