The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 96: Chapter 96

“It’s good,” he growled, trying to remain controlled, but she was quickly undoing his reserve.
He could not believe he was lucky enough to have an innocent as his mate, to be the first male blessed to initiate her into the carnal side of pleasure, but fuck, Michael was grateful. He would always treat her as she deserved, with the utmost care, respect, and love.
“Fuck,” he moaned as she deep throated him, making his eyes cross.
Kylie opened her sweet mouth wider, moaning as she took him down, the sound almost enough to make him come. His shaft emerged once more as she bobbed her head, sliding back and forth in an unhurried pace. Wet with her spit, he pulsed and throbbed under her innocently expert care.
Fuck, she was amazing.
Michael wanted to hang his head back and just enjoy, but he couldn’t stop watching her. Her mouth felt fucking magnificent and the flat of her tongue was incredible. Most women did not like this sort of thing, but she seemed to.
As she moaned, she reached a hand between her legs and rubbed herself, all the while she continued to suck and fondle him with both her mouth and free hand.
Fuck, the sexy female was touching herself while sucking his dick, and he knew beyond a doubt. He was gonna come.
The water ran over him, warming his already heated flesh. Michael used one hand to steady himself on the shower wall and the other was still loosely wrapped around her neck and head. She covered his hand with hers, forcing him to close his tighter around her head.
“Mmm,” she groaned.
Grrrprrrr.
Michael tried to be gentle, but his Tiger was fucking purring with pleasure. His little kitten wasn’t having any of his reticence to come inside her heavenly mouth. She kneaded his balls and sucked him down hard. Moving her head and tongue faster and faster, fucking him with her mouth.
He shuddered as his orgasm washed over him, trying to remove himself from her mouth, but she stubbornly refused. Fucking woman was gonna suck him dry! And that only had him coming all the harder. Michael roared as he spilled his seed down her throat.
“Kylie,” he growled her name as she swallowed until finally she released him.
Slowly, she moved her head until only her pink lips were kissing the tip of his spent cock. She lapped at the slit, cleaning him, and dazzling his senses at the same time before she stood to meet him, smiling like the cat that got the canary.
“Mine,” she purred and mashed her lips to his.
Tasting himself on her tongue, Michael swept her off her feet in a fierce embrace and walked carefully out of the tub with her in his arms. He grabbed a fluffy towel and threw it over her body before heading to the bedroom.
“Kylie, Kylie, Kylie,” he moaned her name, a litany on his lips before she reached up and locked her mouth onto his.
She was a beautiful temptation. One he wouldn’t even bother trying to resist. Her spicy wildflower musk filled him, mixed with his own minty essence, and it penetrated his senses.
How he loved that scent. It was so uniquely theirs, and he couldn’t wait to rub it all over himself.
“Mate,” she whispered before tangling her tongue with his once more.
The sensation of kissing Kylie while having her damp, heated skin pressed against his had Michael’s cock hardening instantaneously. His tongue dueled with hers for supremacy, and he was happy to let her win. Hell, he wanted her more than ever.
“I choose you, mate. Always you, Michael. Only you,” she said, answering his unspoken question, and he thanked fuck for it.
“Mate,” he said, pressing her back into the mattress before feasting on her bounty.
She was even more potent flat on her back with his tongue filling her slick channel. Without preamble, he’d dropped to his knees and splayed her legs wide. He ran the flat of his hand down her body to her slick pussy, spreading her lips and impaling her with his tongue. In and out, he thrust the long muscle, using his thumb to strum her clit while his other hand teased the crack of her ass.
“Michael, can’t, fuck I can’t,” she shouted as another orgasm crashed over her.
The female writhed beneath his sensual assault, but Michael was so not letting up. He wanted more, demanded it. Tasting her salty sweetness, kneading the plump little nubbin between his fingers, Michael continued to fuck her mercilessly with his tongue.
“Did it feel like this when you were touching yourself, kitten? Did you come when you were sucking my dick?” he said while he strummed the needy little button.
“Oh fuck, mate, need you,” she arched her back and lifted her hips, trying to force his mouth back on her.
He grinned wickedly and pressed her down with his hands, giving her only the whisper of his kiss on her most sensitive flesh. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out this time.
His cock was begging to fill her, the Tiger too. His beast clawed and chuffed, Demanding he take his mate. Yes, he needed to be inside of her.
Soon.
“Wanna be in you, kitten. Wanna fill you with my cum. Gonna mark you with my bite and my scent. Make you scream my name,” he purred the words, meaning every one down to his very marrow.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
That was all it took. Without any warning he opened his mouth and sucked that small bundle of nerves until she loosed a deep, guttural roar of a moan.
Then he took himself in his hands and pumped once, twice, enjoying the ripples of anticipation as they washed through him before placing his broad head at her slick entrance.
Her swollen pussy lips were pink and glistening in the moonlight streaming from the curtain-less window. She was fucking perfect. Beautiful, he thought as he rubbed her soft folds with his cock.
Michael took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He tweaked her nipples and ran his hands down her soft belly to the gorgeous flare of her hips. His mate was all woman, and he loved every single inch of her.
“It’s time you knew, you’re mine,” he pressed in two inches—“and I am never,” —another inch, “ever,” —one more, “ever,” —another, “gonna,” —and another, “let,” —more still, “go,” —finally, Michael seated himself deep inside her hot pussy.
He thrusted his hips until every last inch of his steel length was buried happily inside his sexy little kitten. Fuck, he could die just like that, buried to the hilt in her hot, sweet, and undoubtedly wet pussy.
“Mine!”
Michael withdrew his cock, sliding almost completely out of her molten heat, before slamming back in. Again, he filled her in the same manner. And continued on that same path.
Long, hard, punishing thrusts that rocked the entire bed, and hell, the whole fucking house for all he knew. The sound of metal bending and wood snapping reached his ears, but he did not slow his pace.
The way Kylie’s pussy squeezed him tight, milking his cock for everything he had, was more than worth it. Michael would buy another bed. Hell, he’d invest in more insulation.
Later.
Right then, he wanted to concentrate on her alone. He loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock, coating him in her heady juices as he rocked her body into the same bliss he was feeling. Kylie was so fucking perfect, and their mating was meant to be. He knew it with every single bit of himself.
“I love you, Kylie,” he growled. “My mate. Mine, mine, mine. MINE!”
“Yours, yes, yours!” Kylie moaned, a deep and guttural sound. Her claws raked down his back, scoring his skin.
The Tiger inside him growled, loving the way she marked him again for all to see. His fangs lengthened as he pounded into her. Her sheath stretched and squeezed as he filled her with his impossibly hard cock, stretching her to the max. The vibrato of their lovemaking echoed in the room. Michael couldn’t get enough.
Her body was heaven. Soft and deceptively strong, she’d killed a man tonight with her claws. A threat to them both, and he loved her for it.
His Tiger scoffed at the idea that he could ever be jealous. All he felt for her was undying love and devotion. And if he could spend the next lifetime or two showing her, well, that would be enough for him.
“More,” she growled, and he gave it to her.
Latching onto her breast with his mouth, he tugged on her nipple in time with the thrusting force of his hips. The combination proved to be just what his little mate needed, and as he felt his own orgasm rise as her pussy clenched. Finally, she screamed his name, as he promised she would.
“Michael!” she roared, and he struck, biting the side of her breast, and giving her another mating mark in the process.
The feeling of her own teeth clamping down on his neck had his dick bursting inside of her. Painting her uterus with his cum. Michael roared his completion, the sound rising above all others, filling his ears and the very air with his possessive victory.
Together, they collapsed on the mattress, clinging to one another until they could finally breathe once more.
“I love you,” Kylie said in a voice that was soft as a butterfly’s wings.
“I love you too,” he returned her whispered vow, and he knew her she-Tiger understood.
Their matebond pulsed, and together they drifted off for a short nap. It would be many, many hours before either of them saw real sleep, engaged as they were in reclaiming and resealing their commitment and bond to one another.
“Mine,” he purred against her mouth.
“And you are mine,” she returned, and Michael had never felt so fucking good in all his life.