The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Gretchen cried aloud as Reggie filled her with his magnificent cock. The man was big. Bigger than big. He was so fucking huge, she thought he’d split her in two.
“I don’t think I can,” she moaned worried, as he tilted her hips, sinking even deeper.
“Yes, you can, shona. You were made for me,” he grunted, so sure and careful as he waited for her body to adjust.
He was whispering to her, sweet little terms of endearment and words of praise. Gretchen relaxed around him. Slowly, the burn of his invasion lessened. It became hot and more intensely pleasurable than anything else she’d ever felt.
Like her pussy had a brain of its own, and suddenly, it was all about welcoming all the very man inches of his impossibly thick, steel hard length. She’d never been so full. Reg was stretching her tight channel to the max, brushing every inch of her passage with his girthy, veined member.
“Oh god, Reggie,” she moaned and could hardly catch her breath.
Cream dripped from her pussy, coating him, she knew, and dripping down her thighs. Her own body was working to make his passage slick and smooth for when he finally got to moving. Which, with any luck, would be any second now.
“You feel like pure heaven, shona,” he growled, and yes, she meant growled, like some kind of beast.
Then he dipped his head and claimed her mouth surely as his cock was claiming her body. Reg’s whole body shuddered, and her heart swelled, knowing this meant something to the big man. He kissed her like he was desperate for her, and Gretchen opened for him, tasting her sex on his lips.
Fucking hell. She hadn’t expected that to turn her on, but it was raw, and it was hot, and it was him. Wild, powerful, heady, and sexy as hell. The way she wanted it. The way she wanted him.
“Want you. Want to make you mine. You want that, shona? Want to be mine? Forever,” his deep blue eyes flashed in the darkness of the room and her whole body lit up in response.
Gretchen nodded her head, incapable of speech. Yes. Sounded good to her. She could be his tonight.
Hell, she already was.
Reg began thrusting his hips. His wonderful cock was moving inside of her now, like he was born to make love to her. Touching places no one had ever reached, Reggie fucked her like a goddamn champ.
Push in, pull out, slam, withdraw, and repeat.
Gretchen couldn’t speak, hell, she could hardly think. Every cell in her body was attuned to him and the magical things he was doing to her. Electricity sizzled along her skin, blood raced through her veins, and her heart thundered inside of her. She felt like a volcano. Passion bubbled beneath the surface, ready to explode out of her any moment now.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. Loving the feel of his rock hard abs against her thighs. He had scrolling ink tattoos across his chest and arms. Beautiful tribal tatts that she’d enjoy tracing with her hands later, and if she were lucky, her tongue.
She kicked off her shoes, ignoring the heavy thud as they landed on the floor, so that she could dig her heels into his firm backside. She pressed them against him, urging him on as he stroked deep, so very deep, inside her.
“More,” she demanded, loving the way he fucked her.
Hell, she could find herself falling over the edge with this man. That was dangerous territory, but nothing could stop the thought from racing through her mind.
Gretchen always was a little pushy, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him, all of him, and she could tell he was holding back.
“Easy,” he said, but she wasn’t having that.
“No, give me more, Reggie. I can take it. I want it. Give me all of you. Now.”
She saw the instant he decided to let go, and all she had to do was hold on. Fingernails digging into her hips he pushed his cock deep and flipped them over so that he was in a sitting position with Gretchen astride him.
“Fuck,” she moaned and shifted until she was able to find purchase.
Feet flat on the bed, she crouched over him, using her legs to pump her pussy up and down on his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Now you’re in control. You like that, my wild one, don’t you?”
“Reggie! Fuck,” she moaned.
“Ride me, shona. Give me everything you’ve got,” he groaned, gripping her ass with his large hands.
Gretchen was completely on board with this plan. It wasn’t every day a man that looked like Reg was willing to be her personal sex slave. She lifted and pressed down, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
“Fuck, shona. That’s it! You’re so fucking good at that, baby. So hot and wet and tight. Take me, go on, take all of me,” he growled, thrusting upwards to meet her every descent.
Gretchen ground her pussy against his pubis with each and every slide of her slick sex. She increased speed, faster and harder, until she seemed closer and closer to her ultimate release.
Fingers gripping his shoulders, she scratched at him just to keep her grip. Reg hissed and growled as she pulsed around his invading sex. Grinding and sliding, up and down, faster, and faster, until he was just as breathless as she.
She could feel his cock pulsating deep within her, the perfect curve of it brushing against that special spot inside of her that no one had ever reached. Wetness dripped from her pussy, coating his dick, covering them both in the heady scent of sex that filled the whole room.
“Mine,” he growled the word, and her pussy clenched, squeezing him tightly.
She’d never been much for possessive assholes, but that word from his lips sent tendrils of excitement racing down her spine. She didn’t know why. It was too dominating, too clingy, almost Neanderthal-like, but her body seemed to really like it.
Gretchen panted as together they raced to fulfillment. Louder she groaned, eyes glued to his as she continued to ride his body.
“So fucking good,” he grunted.
Gretchen rocked her body, encouraged by his praise. Back and forth, up, and down, faster still. There it was, just out of reach.
Reggie seemed to understand. He grabbed her hips and started moving her quicker, harder, slamming her down onto his cock. Again and again. Both of them grunting as she chased her orgasm until that one explosive moment when it nearly overcame her.
Gretchen cried out as her pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock, but he was not through yet. Reggie flipped them once more, impaling her with his even harder shaft.
Need, desperate and raw, filled her. She wanted him to come, Now. She’d never craved a man like this, never sought or received pleasure with such glorious abandon.
Perspiration dotted his forehead as he thrust his hips once, twice, two more times. Gretchen’s pussy clenched and spasmed. Pure ecstasy shot through her. She was barely aware of him as he lowered his head and sucked her neck, biting the flesh and tipping her orgasm into astronomical proportions.
The entire world went white as blinding light filled her vision. She felt him. All of him. His warm body hovered over and around her. His thick, wonderful cock pulsed heavily as he spilled his cum into her womb. Never before had she felt something so phenomenal.
This night would change her forever, somehow, she just knew it. Nothing would ever be the same again. How could it be? She’d just been fucked silly by what was surely a god come down to earth just for her.
Sigh.
It was a nice daydream, but the truth was Reg was flesh and blood just like her. Soon, he would tire of her. That was how things like this worked out for Gretchen. He would move on, and she would have to learn to cope with the loss.
Shit.
She didn’t want to have negative thoughts like that. Especially not now when her body was still shivering with the strength of her release, and his heart still pounded against hers.
She breathed deep, sucking in that spicy masculine scent that was all Reggie. He pressed down against her, wrapping his arms around her like steel bands in a good, hard embrace.
Then he leaned down and captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss. They both moaned the loss as he slowly withdrew completely from her slick heat.
Amazing man that he was, Reg reached over to a pile of freshly laundered towels that were folded in a basket she’d left on the floor earlier that day.
He took one and used it to pat some of the stickiness from her legs, making her more comfortable before tossing it in the direction of the open bathroom.
Fuck.
She’d forgotten about condoms. Gretchen was on the pill, having never had Regular periods, and she had Regular checkups with her doctor. Reg had mentioned something similar at dinner, not that he was on the pill, but that he had not had a lady friend in months and enjoyed Regular health checkups, a necessity for his job.
She knew birth control was not 100% effective, but she would worry about that later. Right then, she could hardly form a complete thought. Tiny, little aftershocks zipped through her frame, making her shudder and tremble for several, long minutes that followed.
It took all that time and more for her breathing to even out. Her entire body still tingled, wonder and awe warred within her, each one bidding for the top spot in her emotional database, but nothing could knock out the feeling of rightness that coursed through her blood.
Shocked eyes met his smoldering ones. She thought she saw something more than satisfaction lurking in those inky blue depths. But it was too soon to make that assumption, wasn’t it?
He brushed the hair from her cheek, nuzzling her face with his own while he worked to steady his own breathing. Gretchen’s pulse was still racing. She had no idea what to do next. What did a girl say at a time like this, anyway?
Hey, that was fun. My pink bits really enjoyed sexy times with you. So, uh, do you wanna do it again?
Shit.
Words were inadequate. That was literally the most explosive sex of her life. Her entire body seemed to buzz and shudder with more, tiny little aftershocks from her multiple orgasms.
It was amazing. Fantastic. Really and truly. But and it was a sad but, it was just sex. She couldn’t afford to risk her heart.
Not now, when she’d just moved to a new town and started her own place of business for the first time.
It was time to say goodnight, she thought sadly, and turned to see him staring, just watching her with a guarded expression on his handsome face. Her heart thundered in her chest.
Behind that mask, his deep blue eyes were full of emotion. She wasn’t exactly ready to think about what that meant just yet. True, she’d jumped right into this, right into bed, but she’d assumed it was a Regular thing for him. But with the way he was looking at her, she wasn’t so sure.
“That was⁠—”
“Incredible,” he supplied the word for her, but even that felt insufficient.
Her cheeks heated up again and she could only imagine how unflattering she looked all pink and blotchy.
“So beautiful, shona,” he said, and shifted so that he was lying on his side with an arm wrapped around her middle.
Suddenly self-conscious, she grabbed a sheet and tugged it over her. He mistook it to mean she was cold and proceeded to cover her naked flesh with the comforter. The gesture warmed her like no blanket ever could.
“Better?”
“Yes, thanks,” she replied, and felt her face blush even harder.
Gretchen felt as if she were on fire, she bit her lip anxiously. Unsure of what came next, she avoided his eyes until he turned her face with a gentle finger on her chin.
“Gretchen, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Okay,” she waited expectantly.
“I don’t know where to start,” Reg began and blinked a few times as if gathering his thoughts.
She noted the worry in his gaze and held her breath. Whatever it was, she didn’t know if she could handle it. Especially since the last hour had basically tilted her world on its axis.
Reg had pretty much ruined her for any other man in the world. Shit. How was she supposed to recover? Her chest tightened and she could hardly breathe.
She felt trapped
“I, that is you, you are a very special woman⁠—”
Her stomach squeezed inside her body, she had to sit up. She knew what was coming, what he was trying to say, but geez, couldn’t he have just given her a kiss and left? Talk about tactless.
“Look, Reggie, I understand really. You can lock the bottom lock on your way out. I’m gonna jump in the shower. I have an early day tomorrow.”
She scuttled out of bed with the sheet around her body and made for the bathroom.
“Wait a second!” Reg called out and had the nerve to sound angry as he leapt out of the bed and followed her.
He stopped her progression by pinning her against the wall. Gretchen growled at him, while her body heated, and heartbeat raced.
Traitorous thing!
She didn’t know whether to be angry or turned on. But she hated confrontations, and just wanted to get it over with.
“Look, I’m a physical kind of guy. I don’t have a way with words, so maybe I chose the wrong ones, but please do not walk away from me. I could not stand it,” he said, and his eyes pleaded with her.
“What?” she asked. Embarrassment reared its ugly head and Gretchen could hardly meet his eyes.
“I don’t know what you think I was trying to say, but it wasn’t goodbye, Gretch.”
“Fine. Well, what are you trying to say then? You had a nice time, and now you have to go? I mean, I get it⁠—”
“No, that is not it at all,” he roared. “I am trying to tell you that you’re my mate, but you’re running off before I even have the chance!”
Gretchen stared at him, her confusion written all over her. Why did he look like she just kicked his puppy? And what the fuck was a mate?
“Mate? What the heck are you talking about?”
He moved back a step and ran a hand through his newly shorn locks. She had to admit she’d done a great job with his hair. He looked damn good. Still, that did not mean she had to put up with crazy.
Gretchen supposed she should just thank him for that rock hard body she’d thoroughly enjoyed just moments ago. Then wipe her hands of the man.
Watching his fine physique as he paced in front of her, she felt familiar tingles begin in her belly and lower. He stopped pacing, nostrils flaring animalistically, he turned his head, capturing her in his steel gaze.
“Dammit woman, I can barely get through this without wanting to throw you down on that bed and having you all over again, but it is important for me to say. I need you to understand, so cut it out, okay?”
She swallowed hard. Her pussy ached and wetness slid down her legs in preparation for him. Only him. She gritted her teeth and stared at him pointedly.
Dammit, she was turning into some kind of slut for the guy, and she hardly knew him.
“You don’t owe me anything. I am a big girl, Reg. Just say what you have to say,” she said, hating the insecurities that rose within her.
“I am not like other guys,” he started.
“No shit,” she rolled her eyes. Of course he wasn’t. She just had to look at him to know that, for fuck’s sake.
“No, look, I mean, I’m not human.”
“What?”
“Gretch, I’m a Shifter, a Tiger to be exact. And you are my mate.”
Gretchen felt her body grow cold as she saw the expectant look on Reg’s face. Too many emotions to name rose like the tide, the foremost being humiliation.
Did he think she was some kind of desperate idiot? Had he seen her romance novels on the shelf, and thought this would be a fun way to tease her? What a dick!
“I, uh, I think you have to leave now.”
“Gretchen, look I swear-”
“I said leave, Reggie. Now.”
She watched the blood drain from his face as he grabbed his pants and tugged them on. He didn’t bother with his underwear or his shirt. Just picked up his shoes as he walked to the door.
“Please, shona. Let me explain. Your my mate. That bite I gave you is important, I got so excited when you said yes, and my beast⁠—”
“I think you’ve said enough. I want you to leave my apartment. Now.”
“Gretchen, I am not lying to you⁠—”
“No, you’re making fun of me, and that is unacceptable.”
“What? I am not. Please, just let me show you⁠—”
“Reg, leave before I call the cops.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I did this wrong, Gretchen, but⁠—”