Best Friends (New Species #15)(73)

Mary gasped when he licked her again, as if she were his favorite treat.

She had plenty to grab ahold of this time. The bedding was almost velvety. Lion man obviously liked really soft things. He didn’t seem to want to rip her to shreds anymore. That was the good news.

Instead, it seemed he planned to lick her to death.

It’s a great way to go, she thought. It was the last one she had before she cried out, coming so hard she wondered if she’d broken something in the lower half of her body.

Mary panted, trying to remember how to breathe, opening her eyes at the same time. His big hand slid under her hip and she was swiftly flipped onto her stomach. She couldn’t even care at the moment. That same hand cupped her lower stomach and lifted her ass into the air.

It still didn’t bother her in the least since, she was feeling too good to be worried about anything right then.

Her cheek was pressed into soft bedding but she threw her arm up to rest on, creating a pocket of air to breathe. The bed moved a little, and his legs braced against the outside of her thighs. His skin was so warm. Firm.

She felt as if she were boneless—until something thick and hard rubbed against her vaginal opening, spreading the proof of how hard she’d come. She felt soaked down there.

It took a second for her mind to catch up to what that hard sensation meant.

Her eyes flew open right as lion man began to push his cock inside her.

She gasped because he was big, but her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate him. The hand on her stomach kept her hips in place as he came down on top of her, his chest pressing along her back. His free hand landed right next to hers, touching her fingers.

He drove in deeper, and Mary moaned.

He was incredibly hard—and it felt amazing.

He growled and nudged his face against her head. A low purring came from him as he eased his cock almost totally out of her before pushing back in. Mary gripped the fisted hand that had been touching hers, and she braced her other arm, still curled under her forehead on the soft mattress to prevent from being smothered.

He fucked her slow and gentle, not forcing her body to take him too fast. Working his cock in and out of her in a way that she’d consider tender.

He didn’t want to hurt her. She knew that, because he easily could have.

That didn’t surprise her half as much as how incredible he felt inside her.

She’d always assumed sex with a big guy might be uncomfortable, but he was proving her wrong. Every time he sank into her, it brought her more pleasure. Her vaginal muscles squeezed when he withdrew, trying to keep him in place. That felt sensational, too.

“Yes,” she moaned, forgetting that he didn’t like her voice.

In response, he fucked her faster, driving his cock deeper inside her pussy. Ecstasy pounded through her, just as strongly as his hips did against her ass. They were both breathing hard and fast, and the growls and snarls he started to make didn’t scare her in the least. They just added to the experience. He no longer seemed to mind her being vocal, her words urging him not to stop.

He didn’t.

Mary finally cried out, a weak shout, when she climaxed a third time. It felt so good, she almost passed out. She may have, too, if lion man hadn’t lifted his upper body off her back a bit and roared out. The sound almost deafened the ear closest to him.

He threw them to the side, their bodies still locked together. He kept a death grip on her waist as he curled his legs around hers, locking her in place. His big, firm body jerked a few times against her as he groaned.

She could feel him coming. His semen felt hot, spreading inside her. He shifted his body, one hand sliding under her face. She lifted her head, and he pushed his entire arm under her cheek, until it rested on his triceps. He curled tighter around her, spooning her from behind.

“Mine.”





Chapter Three



Mary’s eyes widened over hearing that one word. “You talk?”

He growled, an irritated sound. “I do.”

Emotions overwhelmed her. Relief that he could, anger for the same reason, and then confusion. She didn’t know what to say.

He rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “Sleep.”

She tried to wiggle away from him, and off his cock, which was still buried inside her. The arm around her waist tightened, and his open hand on her stomach dug in. She felt the sharp tips of his fingernails and froze.

“I believed you’d need rest before more sex, but was I wrong? I can give it to you.”

It made her madder, hearing just how well he could speak. He’d completely fooled her. “Let go!”

“Never. You’re mine now.”

She twisted her head, but he held her in a way that it was tough to see his face. He was just so big that she was trapped with his body wrapped around hers.

She clutched at the hand over her stomach and tried to pull it off. He didn’t let go. It was like wrestling with a redwood. He seemed to have no give in him to bend that limb.

He growled. “Keep wiggling, and I will fuck you again.”

She stopped, because she was aware of the fact that he still felt hard inside her, and every movement she made had her pussy grinding against his lap. “You talk. I didn’t think you could. I was terrified you’d kill me! I thought you were one of those Wild Zone New Species. I’ve heard some of them don’t speak, or only know a few words. You’re not one of them, though, are you? That was a shitty thing to pretend to be.”