Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 109

Carter

Briar’s mouth was a hot inferno of ecstasy. I blinked up at the ceiling realizing her movements though brave were too tentative for someone used to these types of encounters; rather this was as new to her as anything else we had done…but how did it feel so good? That's right, she was my mate. As l leaned back into the couch, observing her through shuttered eyes, not wanting to interrupt her. She glanced up at me. Some connection between us tightened and she dove down placing my cock at the back of her throat. It constricted and I let out a low growl. Normally with humans I kept that part of myself tapped in. However she’d have to learn soon enough what she was, what we all were so I didn’t attempt to staunch the sound as it emitted from my throat. If nothing else she seemed affected by that sound and I wanted to explore that thought as soon as she was comfortable after her shift.

We sat with me relaxed against the back of the couch and her teasing me relentlessly with that sweet sinful mouth of hers. I had never experienced this before, heaven and hell combined in a beautiful torture only my mate could elicit. I wanted to pull her mouth from me and confess everything she was to me, but I couldn't. So, I just let her explore what this was for her. I felt like a douchebag now. I hope she would forgive me when the time comes. I forced the thought aside and chose to be here with her at this moment. This exquisite woman with the kindest of hearts and edges as sharp as a razor. So strong, so amazing and she was mine if she would have me after it all came into the light.

I let the sensations wash over me, allowing myself to be consumed by what could be between us without all the other things in the way. I loved her so damn much. It wasn’t her beauty or the sex or her mouth as she sucked me down suddenly to the hilt. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my hands tightened in her hair. Definitely a perk though. I loved Briar down to the depths of her soul. Goddess she was it for me. I glanced down as she consumed my length again, the sight of her eyes as they teared when she took me in fully caused me to hiss.

“You do that again and I’m going to bust my load.” I warned her. My balls were painfully full.

The vixen she was, smirked around my cock as she wound her tongue around the tip and did it again as she cupped my balls.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I spilled my seed down her throat. A shiver ran through me as she held me there at the back of her throat. She didn’t pull away until my cock stopped pulsing. As she pulled away a dribble of cum smeared over her bottom lip and my eyes widened as she licked into her mouth and swallowed. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward, and took her face into my hands and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. When we parted I leaned my forehead against hers.

“That mouth of yours has just gotten you in trouble,” I let her know.

“I was counting on that.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as I leaned forward and poured us each another whisky as she took her beer and sat beside me. She nestled close to me as she took the whisky in her free hand while she finished off her beer. I set the empty bottle on the table for her and pulled her closer. I clinked her glass with mine.

“Drink up baby cuz I’m going to take you on a wild ride." I let her know. She downed half the glass.

“Don’t be gentle with me tonight, I want you as you are, not catering to my misfortunes.” 

I blinked, not knowing how to take that. 

“I don’t know if that's a good idea,” I countered. I had some very non-vanilla ideas rolling around in my head where she was concerned but I hadn’t acted on any of them due to her situation.

“I’ll tell you if it's too much. Deal?” she asked as she raised her glass to me. 

Against my better judgement, I clinked her glass and we both downed our drinks. If that's what she wanted, that would be the end of the alcohol tonight. I needed us both to be vigilant enough to say No.

“So what's the safe word?” I asked, taking her empty glass and mine, and set them on the table. She snorted in response before realizing I was serious.

“Fine. Burnt toast,” she said, shrugging.

I chuckled in response. With that, I stood, kicking off my pants and scooping her up over my shoulder. She squealed, and I smacked her ass through the fabric of her dress. She simply giggled as I made my way up the stairs to the bedroom.