Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

“They’re not just words, baby. Hear me on this.”
“Okay.” Kim nodded, willing to listen to anything he had to say.
Life was too short to not take chances. Even if they only had that one day together, Kimberley decided then and there to believe him. Even if he only meant it for now.
Tomorrow wasn’t a given. Now was all they had. Any student of history knew and respected that one universal truth.
“I mean it, Kim. You. Are. Mine,” he grunted.
“Yours,” she replied. “Now stop teasing, show me.”
Kim loved the heat that flared to life in his gorgeous green eyes. She was more than ready for him. Needed him to ease the ache deep in her middle. Heat from his flesh seared her skin, but the burn was so good in the air conditioned room. Her body hummed with anticipation, knowing the pleasure he could deliver, and craving it like her lungs craved air.
“Oh, I’ll make you feel good, baby,” he growled and nipped her lip again.
“Promises, promi—ooh,” she moaned, as he snaked one hand down her body and strummed it over her sensitive clit, pressing his dick all the way inside.
“Fuck, baby, so wet for me, so tight. You and me are destiny, Kim. Meant to be together for always. Mate,” he hissed.
His words sweet, but the fucker still didn’t move. She was too far gone to understand everything he said, tugging on his hips was like trying to move a mountain, but she needed.
He was talking about things she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Not when she was feeling this kind of fire. Kimberley wiggled, but aside from a groan and the closing of his hypnotic eyes, he wouldn’t budge. Her needy pussy clenched around him, and she growled and bit him on the chin in her frustration, eliciting a grunt and a small laugh.
“Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t last long at all,” he growled, and when he opened his eyes this time, their laser like precision left her speechless.
“It seems you’re holding out just fine.”
“I’m not, I swear it. Everything you feel, I feel too, even more so. Last night I realized something,” he pulled out all the way, and she whimpered, missing the delicious feel of his cock stretching her.
“What did you realize?” she moaned.
Larimar pushed back in only a fraction of the way. Out again, then back slightly deeper. Kimberley moaned even as her pulse quickened and her pussy throbbed. He was tempting her to insanity with his patient penetration.
“Shit. You feel so good, baby. You feel perfect,” he hissed and captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss that allowed him to sink just the teeniest little bit deeper.
“I never knew people could have conversations and sex at the same time,” she panted as he circled just right, but still not enough.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” he asked, and grinned wickedly. “Believe me, when I really start making love to you, you won’t be able to speak.”
“Those are big words,” Kimberley replied, widening her legs and running her hands down his broad back to his trim hips and over the firm muscles of his perfectly sculpted ass.
Her fingertips reached his upper thighs and then back again to that superb gluteus maximus. She’d have to make him lie on his stomach later so she could explore every inch of him, and she was going to start with a nibble.
Right. Here.
“Fuck, baby, you keep thinking about nibbling on my ass, and I’m gonna come first,” he growled, and she giggled.
“Wait, did you just read my thoughts?”
“I told you, we’re connected now,” he said and looked pleased, but not alarmed. “You are my destiny.”
“I’ve never believed in destiny before,” she told him, narrowing her eyes.
Odd really, considering she loved mythology and exploring ancient civilizations who often deified just about everything under and including the sun.
Could he really be my destiny? Could I be his?
The very idea intrigued her, almost as much as the teasing slide of his hips. There was just so much she did not know. Maybe insta-lust and telepathic communication was a normal, mundane side effect of an all night long boinkfest fuck-a-thon in the supernatural world?
“Boink-fest?” he said aloud, snorting a laugh.
Kinda cool, considering he had like all hundred inches of his cock inside her. Fuck, he was huge.
“As much as I love your vocabulary, baby, nothing about this, or you, is mundane. Now, look at me when I fill you,” he commanded.
Larimar pulled all the way out. He growled deep, pushed down on her knees, pressing her legs wide, then, he slammed his hips into hers.
“Larimar!” she yelled as he filled her to the hilt with every solid steel inch of him.
Fuck yes, this was what she had been waiting for. Kim groaned loudly as he pressed his way inside, invading her body and filling her senses.
He was right, the cocky fucker. Kim couldn’t think of anything else. Just him. Only him.
“You’re mine, Kimberley Scott, every sweet inch of you,” he growled.
She nodded and panted as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her. Liquid heat and electrifying jolts of lightning zipped through her body. She felt worshipped, cherished even, and that was impossible, but there it was.
The sounds of the small bed creaking as skin slapped against skin echoed loudly in the tiny four-walled bedroom, but she didn’t care. In fact, she loved it.
Loved the way he felt as he pressed deep, stretching her to the max. Larimar was a big man, but she was a big woman. Wide-hipped and healthy despite her extra pounds.
Kim’s body held onto his. More than enough cushion to receive every powerful thrust of his hips with welcomed glee. In sharp, precise circles,
He swiveled his body, rubbing his pubis over her sensitive nubbin as his cock stroked that special secret place deep inside until she could barely remember how to breathe.
The glimmer of her orgasm was visible in her mind, just there, slightly out of reach, and she wanted it so damn bad. Wanted him to give it to her.
Wanted him. Period.
No one had ever made her feel so good before. Not even her secret drawer full of adult toys she’d bought herself over the years when her bedmates had proved less than capable.
Nope. Mr. Bunny had nothing on Larimar.
No wonder, really. He was so far out of her league, she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he was doing with someone like her. All she knew was she didn’t want him to stop.
“You are perfect, beautiful. Every inch is a work of art, and it is mine, say it,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she arched into his thrusts, loving the pistoning motion of his hips, encouraging him to keep the pace as she stroked his shoulders, arms, chest, ass, thighs, everywhere she could reach.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
“This mouth, those gorgeous jade eyes. These beautiful, pink-tipped breasts, this soft belly, all mine. Your hips, your plump ass, and this pretty pussy that I’m filling with my cock are all mine. Say it. Tell me. Whose?” he growled.
“Yours. I’m yours. Yours,” she yelled as the beginnings of her orgasm started to pull and tug deep in her stomach.
Her sex clenched, and she clung to him. She was so close, she just needed something, a little something.
Yes, she needed, oh how she needed, she moaned.
“I got what you need, baby,” he grunted and pulled out of her.
She moaned at the loss, but soon understood as he flipped her over onto her belly that he was far from being finished with her.
Thank fuck!
Kim breathed heavily as she turned her face and stuck her ass in the air. She felt empty without him, needed him, and suddenly he was there. Filling her with one hard thrust that nearly sent her into oblivion.
Larimar’s hands stroked her back and ass, kneading the globes while he pumped his cock into her sopping wet sheath.
“Harder,” she demanded, and he complied, filling her to maximum capacity.
They moved together, Kim pushing back, and him pressing deep, all the while whispering naughty, delicious things to her. He cupped her breasts and fell forward onto her, caging her in and fucking her so sublimely she could no longer speak.
Animalistic grunts and groans were her language now, and lucky for her, he seemed to understand. His hand snaked around, and she felt his thumb tapping against her clit.
Push, withdraw, push again. Tap tap tap.
Naughty words whispered in her ear. The slap of his balls against her ass. The feel of his teeth along her neck. It was sensory overload, and still she couldn’t get enough. With one hard thrust and a simultaneous tap against her needy little nub, Kimberley fell apart and into ecstasy.
Moaning loudly as she came, she hardly noticed it when he bit her shoulder. In fact, the stinging bite only served to increase her pleasure and the seeming rightness that settled over her comforted her and reaffirmed the feeling that this truly was her destiny.
She savored the fact that he’d bitten her then, even as he licked the hurt away. His big hands held her hips and he pumped one, two, three more times until Larimar roared loudly with his own completion.
Kimberley couldn’t do anything more than breathe. Even blinking was out of the question. So, her eyes remained closed. At the end of his roar he said one word or maybe she imagined it.
Mate.
Mate.
MATE.