Growling For Mine(6)

“I’ve never done this before, but I will learn fast. I made you cum already. I’m sure I can do it again.” He licks his lips, moving in closer to my *.

“What do you mean you’ve never done this before?” I stare down at him between my legs. I sure as heck have never done this either. I stayed as far away from men as possible. The men my mom had coming and going never gave me the urge to even date.

The most I’ve ever done was with Timmy, who stole a kiss in the third grade, and I kicked him in the shin because his breath smelled like the cafeteria’s macaroni and cheese.

His hand comes up between my legs, and he parts my lips like he’s studying me. His other hand opens my legs a little more before trailing down my parted lips. Then he starts to push inside me, and I hear a grunt.

“Bleu,” I moan, my head dropping back on the bed, not caring about my question anymore. I feel his hot breath on my exposed clit.

“I’ve never touched a woman before, but I’ll practice a lot and be perfect for my mate,” he growls before his mouth lands on my clit.





Chapter 6 Lola

His mouth lands on my *, and I almost come off the bed at the touch. I’ve never had someone put their mouth there before, and it’s magical and a little embarrassing. But most of all, it’s freaking wonderful and I never want it to end.

He’s sucking on me, and while it’s aggressive, it’s still gentle, and I moan at the feeling. His tongue is everywhere, and suddenly so are his hands. Running up my thighs, pushing them wider apart, and then a finger slips inside me and he hums against my sensitive skin.

“Jumping Jesus,” I squeak when I feel him push another inside me.

Suddenly, he takes his mouth away, and I make a sound that’s a cross between a moan and a whine.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I look down and his eyes look almost all black. I shake my head emphatically. “No, no, no, no. It was exactly right. Please don’t stop.”

“You are mine, Lola. You say my name.”

Before I can ask him what he means, his hot mouth and tongue are back on me again and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head. I start to yell out something unintelligible, and then I realize what he meant. I love that he wants his name to leave my lips, so I say his name as I reach down and run my fingers through his hair.

“Yes, Bleu. Just like that.”

He growls against me, and I feel the fingers inside me, stretching and rubbing until he finds my sweet spot. I can hear how wet I get when he rubs it, so he must know it, too. Feeling my cheeks burn with heat, I try not to think about what he’s doing. Instead, I think about how vigorous he is about giving me pleasure and how he seems to love being down there. He can’t seem to get enough of me.

I close my eyes and arch my back, trying to raise my * up and take the orgasm that is so close. One of his big hands splays across my stomach, and he holds me down with his strength. The sheer power in that touch has me shivering with more desire than I thought possible. Being held down by him as he laps at my clit drives me wild.

My legs start to shake, and then they tense as the single greatest orgasm of my life rockets through me. I scream into the cabin, but the wooden walls absorb my cry. I say his name over and over as I give in to the pleasure he’s giving me, falling deeper for this man.

After a few moments, I feel the smile on my face grow as he gives me little kisses. I’m back on earth, and all my senses are coming back. I hear a strange sound and open my eyes. I look around the room, but after a second I realize what I’m hearing.

Looking down at where Bleu is kneeling at the end of the bed, I see his arm and shoulder working fast. I can’t see down between his legs, but from the sounds of it, I know exactly what he’s doing.

He’s got his eyes closed, and his face is still between my legs, inhaling my scent and taking little licks every now and then. As if he’s tasting me while he jerks off. The sight is too f*cking hot, and I shouldn’t be turned on all over again watching him.

But there this giant man kneels, at my feet, jerking off his cock to the taste and smell of my *. Who wouldn’t want this? Who wouldn’t be turned on by this kind of power? That I drove him to such need.

I open my legs wider and pull my feet up on the bed to give him every inch of me. His eyes fly open and he growls, as if I might try to go somewhere. Our eyes stay locked as I watch his arm speed up, and I can’t stand it anymore. I need to see what he’s doing. His eyes are a bright gold color, and then turn a little black. It should be scary, but it’s only drawing me in. It’s only turning me on even more.

“Let me watch, Bleu,” I whisper. I should be shy about asking for it, but I’m ready to cum again from this sneaky act, and I don’t care.

He slides two fingers up to my * and slips them inside me again. There’s no pinch of pain this time, so he must have worked me over pretty good when he was eating me out before.

Keeping his fingers in me, he works them in and out as he leans back a little so I can see down to his lap.

I audibly gasp as I see his long, thick cock disappear into his fist and then peek out of the top. He grips it roughly at the same pace he penetrates me with his fingers. It’s almost like he’s actually having sex with me at the same time he jerks off.

It’s so dirty and feels so wrong, but I can’t stop my hips from moving with his fingers. I push down on them when he presses inside me, and I act as if I’m having sex with his hand. I ride his fingers as if they’re the big cock in front of me, and I moan when I see pearls of cum leak out of the tip.