come so soon. Mandy raised her hips and slowly
settled on him, taking him inch by pleasure-pain-racked inch.
“That’s so good,” he growled, lifting his hips to fill her.
Her wicked chuckle went right to his cock but Joe fought the
orgasm making him strain and his forehead bead with sweat. When she rested
against him, he forced his eyes open to enjoy the sight of his True Mate
mounted on his rod. Nothing could be as fucking amazing as this. She was giving
him the best birthday present he’d ever had.
“You like your birthday present then?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I wonder how I could possibly top this.” She leaned
forward, her hands resting on his chest, stroking his pecs. “Hmmm. Maybe a
striptease next year?”
“Striptease?”
“I have one of those pole dancing-for-fitness DVDs.”
Joe imagined her dancing for him. “Sounds hot.”
She raised her hips. He groaned as his cock slid out of her
wet, clasping pussy. He watched his slick length emerge then disappear back
inside her as she lowered onto him.
“Course I’m much better at belly dancing.”
He blinked, almost missing her words. He swallowed hard as
he watched them move together. She rolled her belly muscles, so her words
finally registered. Joe groaned as visualized her wide hips circling and
twisting in a figure eight to the beat of Middle Eastern drums.
“You have a vivid imagination,” she purred, leaning down to
run her tongue over his tight nipples.
Mandy clenched on him as she rose off and slid back down.
Joe couldn’t get the image of Mandy in a belly-dance costume out of his mind.
Coin scarf wrapped around her hips as she wiggled in imitation of the moves she
now made as she rode him. He wanted it and he didn’t want to have to wait a
year.
Joe lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Do you see what I’m
thinking?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you up for it?”
“Name the time and place and I’ll be your personal genie.
Shall I call you master?”
Joe pulled her down to him, rolling her onto her back.
“Fuck, yeah. Learning to be True Mates is going to be fun.”
Mandy looked into her mate’s eyes. He swooped down and took
her mouth with his, adjusting his hips for the best possible fit between them
as she wrapped her thighs around him and tilted her pelvis to take him deeper.
It was as if he’d been made to fill her pussy.
“I was,” he murmured.
“Ya think?”
“I know .”
Mandy ran her fingers through his long hair, memorizing the
texture as she stroked it. She trailed her hands across his broad shoulders,
loving the feel of his skin under her hands. She traced the tattoo on his
shoulder and arm. Following the lines the artist had created on his skin. Joe
moaned as she caressed him.
“If you keep that up, angel, I’m gonna come.”
“You that sensitive?”
“To you, I am. Like you are to me…”
He trailed his fingertips along her collarbone and over the
rise of her breast. She shivered. He was right—whatever he did to her made her
want to purr. If he felt as attuned to her as she did to him, they were in for
a hell of a ride.
Joe chuckled. “I heard that.”
“And are we?”
“In for a hell of a ride?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh yeah, angel. This True Mate stuff rocks like a guitar
riff when I’m in the zone.”
He lowered his head and she opened for him, sighing into his
kiss. She rubbed her chest against his, clutching him tight to her. Joe
withdrew from her and slid home again. The sweet friction of his cock inside
her while his tongue teased hers left her gasping.
She reached up and tangled her fingers in his long black
hair, holding his head in place as he kissed her. He groaned into her mouth and
nipped the inside of her lips. She responded with a nip or two of her own,
arching upward to rub her breasts against his chest.
Mandy shivered as his chest hair tickled her nipples,
enjoying the way he held her tight. The grasp of his hands on her ass. The
brush of his lips from her mouth, to her chin, to
settled on him, taking him inch by pleasure-pain-racked inch.
“That’s so good,” he growled, lifting his hips to fill her.
Her wicked chuckle went right to his cock but Joe fought the
orgasm making him strain and his forehead bead with sweat. When she rested
against him, he forced his eyes open to enjoy the sight of his True Mate
mounted on his rod. Nothing could be as fucking amazing as this. She was giving
him the best birthday present he’d ever had.
“You like your birthday present then?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I wonder how I could possibly top this.” She leaned
forward, her hands resting on his chest, stroking his pecs. “Hmmm. Maybe a
striptease next year?”
“Striptease?”
“I have one of those pole dancing-for-fitness DVDs.”
Joe imagined her dancing for him. “Sounds hot.”
She raised her hips. He groaned as his cock slid out of her
wet, clasping pussy. He watched his slick length emerge then disappear back
inside her as she lowered onto him.
“Course I’m much better at belly dancing.”
He blinked, almost missing her words. He swallowed hard as
he watched them move together. She rolled her belly muscles, so her words
finally registered. Joe groaned as visualized her wide hips circling and
twisting in a figure eight to the beat of Middle Eastern drums.
“You have a vivid imagination,” she purred, leaning down to
run her tongue over his tight nipples.
Mandy clenched on him as she rose off and slid back down.
Joe couldn’t get the image of Mandy in a belly-dance costume out of his mind.
Coin scarf wrapped around her hips as she wiggled in imitation of the moves she
now made as she rode him. He wanted it and he didn’t want to have to wait a
year.
Joe lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Do you see what I’m
thinking?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you up for it?”
“Name the time and place and I’ll be your personal genie.
Shall I call you master?”
Joe pulled her down to him, rolling her onto her back.
“Fuck, yeah. Learning to be True Mates is going to be fun.”
Mandy looked into her mate’s eyes. He swooped down and took
her mouth with his, adjusting his hips for the best possible fit between them
as she wrapped her thighs around him and tilted her pelvis to take him deeper.
It was as if he’d been made to fill her pussy.
“I was,” he murmured.
“Ya think?”
“I know .”
Mandy ran her fingers through his long hair, memorizing the
texture as she stroked it. She trailed her hands across his broad shoulders,
loving the feel of his skin under her hands. She traced the tattoo on his
shoulder and arm. Following the lines the artist had created on his skin. Joe
moaned as she caressed him.
“If you keep that up, angel, I’m gonna come.”
“You that sensitive?”
“To you, I am. Like you are to me…”
He trailed his fingertips along her collarbone and over the
rise of her breast. She shivered. He was right—whatever he did to her made her
want to purr. If he felt as attuned to her as she did to him, they were in for
a hell of a ride.
Joe chuckled. “I heard that.”
“And are we?”
“In for a hell of a ride?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh yeah, angel. This True Mate stuff rocks like a guitar
riff when I’m in the zone.”
He lowered his head and she opened for him, sighing into his
kiss. She rubbed her chest against his, clutching him tight to her. Joe
withdrew from her and slid home again. The sweet friction of his cock inside
her while his tongue teased hers left her gasping.
She reached up and tangled her fingers in his long black
hair, holding his head in place as he kissed her. He groaned into her mouth and
nipped the inside of her lips. She responded with a nip or two of her own,
arching upward to rub her breasts against his chest.
Mandy shivered as his chest hair tickled her nipples,
enjoying the way he held her tight. The grasp of his hands on her ass. The
brush of his lips from her mouth, to her chin, to
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