imagined. Gavin was all sculpted muscle, perfectly formed.
Forget fifty states! Gavin was the hottest guy on the entire planet.
She reached out her hand to touch his incredible cock, her mouth watering to taste him. Curling her hand around his rod, she slowly stroked the velvety skin, dropping to her knees to taste the pre-cum fluid that coated the head.
The taste of him was like an aphrodisiac, ramping up her need. Her mouth closed over him, savoring the taste of him, the scent of his rampant desire.
Gavin's hand fisted her hair as he groaned. "Your mouth on me is making me crazy, but I can't take it."
He came down on his knees, making her cry out at being deprived of his beautiful cock. He lifted her, laying her gently on her back, and bringing his hot male body over hers.
"This could get rough. I can scent your need and it's making me lose any damn control I have." He hissed as their skin connected, rubbing his body possessively against hers, marking her with his scent. "I need to fuck you hard, until I know that you're mine." His voice was tortured. "I need to mark you, dominate you, drown in your scent, taste you, and wallow in the smell of you. Can you still consent to be my mate?"
Oh hell, yes. Just his words made her pussy flood, her nipples hard and so sensitive that the slightest brush of his chest against them nearly made her scream.
"Yes. Please." Her words came out as a whimper, her body thrashing under his. "Can you do this here, with the tree and the smell of pine?"
Please, please say yes. I don't want to move.
"I can’t smell anything but you." His reply was husky, passionate.
Faith moaned as his mouth closed over hers, devouring her. The feel of his hot bare skin against hers, his tongue conquering her mouth, bending her to his will was making her crazy. He had let his alpha take control and she wallowed in it.
Gavin grasped her wrists tightly beside her head, restraining her. She pulled against him, desperate to touch him, but he continued to own her mouth, his powerful body holding her prisoner beneath him.
He jerked his mouth from hers, panting, his hot breath surging over her ear. He thrust her hands over her head, holding both wrists with one of his enormous hands. The action made her, arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upward, her ultra-sensitive nipples abrading against the hard muscles of his chest. The sensation was part agony, part ecstasy.
"You need to come." He grunted as his hand slid between their bodies, trailing slowly down her belly and between her thighs. "Open to me." He grasped one of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. His fingers caressed as he moved his hand over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, over the short cropped hair of her mound.
Faith's whole body quivered as she thrashed against him, desperate to feel him where she needed him the most. "Please, Gavin. I need you."
"I want you to need me. I want you to be insane to have me. As crazed as I am to fuck you." His fingers teased, plunging into her hot depths, stroking the saturated flesh, opening her folds, but only circling her throbbing clit.
"Oh, God. Gavin. Please." She couldn't take it anymore. Her body was on fire, ready to self-combust.
His mouth nibbled at her earlobe, his warm breath coming in pants against the side of her neck. "You're so hot, so wet, so ready to be fucked," he whispered harshly in her ear before running his tongue down her neck, laving the soft skin at the side of her neck with his hungry tongue.
Two fingers speared into her tight channel, making her cry out with anguish, "Please. Fuck me." Her head rolling from side to side, all Faith could think about was Gavin's hard cock inside her, fucking her senseless until she exploded.
"So fucking tight. So perfect," Gavin growled, his fingers thrusting into her channel again and again, stretching her.
Not enough. Not enough. More.
Faith needed to climax so badly that her eyes misted, her whole body in agony. She knew that