Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 11 His Penis In My Mouth
“Hey,” I said, slapping his hand without giving it a thought. I stopped his attempts to get intimate with me. It was just a bit too much for me.
I was just trying to be a little hard to get, but it offended him to the point that he groaned and got up from the couch.
Not even saying a word, he stormed out of the condo. I stayed silent, wondering why I did that, and then I heard a bloodcurdling shout from outside.
The scream I heard came from outside, so I quickly got to my feet and rushed out to see what had happened. As I made my way downstairs, panic started to grip me since it was pitch dark outside. Since everyone else was sleeping. I had to summon the courage to venture down the steep path and enter the woods.
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“Ugh!!!! Who’s there?” I yelled, though I already had an inkling of who it might be.
“Your damn mate!” Emre angrily yelled back.
Taking a deep breath, I descended the steep path. Now that my mate was present, I felt less apprehensive about potential encounters with wild werewolves or rogues in the woods.
Upon reaching the area where the noise originated, I discovered Emre standing with his back against a tree, clutching his crotch in pain. There was a large cement ball in front of him.
“What happened?” I gasped, inquiring about the situation.
“Your psycho rogue mate set a trap, and my… ugh… soldier got caught in it.” he hissed, attempting to soothe his discomfort while wincing profusely.
I realized it was Wolvin’s doing. He loved spreading traps. It was his way of securing the area.
I’m sure it didn’t hit Emre on his d*ick, but it was a pretty close call.
My cheeks Hushed as I realized how much pain he must have been in when the ball struck him in the groin. Moving closer, I positioned myself to the side, observing him grunt and squirm.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” he muttered, opening his eyes and glancing swiftly in my direction.
“What should I do?” I asked, feeling clueless and scanning the surroundings for any possible solutions.
“Grab that herb and dampen it with water from the nearby river. Then bring it here,” he ordered, still grimacing due to the pain that hindered his movements.
Nodding in understanding. I rose to my feet, determined not to make any mistakes. This would be the first time he would realize I wasn’t entirely useless.
As I gathered the soil leaves and moistened them, I returned to Emre and extended my hand towards him.
“What? You think I can’t do it myself?” He almost hissed, but then lowered his gaze and mumbled, “It’s fine. I’ll just go back inside and handle it.”
I bit my tongue, clearing my throat, before offering my assistance: “I can do it if you don’t mind.”
He nodded and unfastened his pants, sliding them down while still covered by his long, light brown shirt. I took a deep breath and ran my hand up his shirt.
“Here?” I gently inquired, my t*ouch grazing his thigh.
“No!” he shook his head, his eyes darting from my eyes to my l*ips.
“Then here?” I asked as I moved my hand upward, reaching his inner thigh.
“No! Higher,” he whispered, his breaths growing more rapidly.
Sliding my hand higher, I encountered a firm, sizable bulge. My body flinched, my gaze locking with his as a perplexed frown formed on my forehead.
I gripped his shaft, with trembling hands, overwhelmed by its width. My fragile fingers struggled to fully encircle it. His captivating eyes searched my face, and I could sense the comfort derived from my t*ouch.
A subtle flicker danced in his eyes as pleasure slowly enveloped him, causing him to blink with an air of relaxation.
His d*ick was twitching under the grip of my palm.
“Your t*ouch is incredibly gentle,” he whispered, his gaze penetrating mine and his breaths growing audible through parted l*ips.
He then slipped his finger beneath my pendant, urging me to come closer, and obediently, I complied. Our faces drew nearer, and he tilted his head to ensure a comfortable position. As our l*ips met, he k*issed me tenderly, prompting me to tighten my grip on his d*ick.
Though he flinched, he didn’t break the k*iss. I continued to stroke his length, my palm gliding softly over the tip. With one arm wrapped around my back, he used the other to cradle my chin, bestowing tender k*isses on my l*ips.
“Mmm. my d*ick feels so big in your hand.” he whispered, briefly breaking the kiss before resuming his passionate assault on my lips. Each kiss he planted was small yet intense, traversing from one corner to the other, causing me to lose myself at the moment.
The combination of his l*ips tenderness and the loudness of his little smooches stirred a deep desire within me, igniting a pleasurable sensation between my legs. With my hand now reaching the tip, I teasingly nibbed my finger against it, further a*rousing him.
“I want to… suck it,” I attempted to break away from his embrace, but he persistently pulled me closer, continuing to lavish delicate k*isses on my l*ips.
“You…,” he interrupted with k*isses, “can… suck… anything… you want,” he uttered between intervals, all the while keeping me locked in his embrace. Eventually, he released his grip, allowing me to kneel down.
In that moment, as unconventional as it may have seemed, the way he k*issed me made me feel extraordinarily special and loved. It was this overwhelming sense of affection that emboldened me to take such a daring leap.
The moment his d*ick was in my sight, I gulped at the size of his huge rod.
No wonder he had such a big ego.
Once I t*ouched it again, he flinched. From running my fingertip up and down the shaft to placing my l*ips gently on the hard, solid rod and m*oaning on it, I left no chance of giving him pleasure.
I knew it was time. Holding his massive c*oc*k in my hand, I aimed for the head. I only inhaled the head of his d*ick when I startled him with the warmth of my mouth.
“Ah! Take the whole thing in your pretty mouth, Abigail!” He whispered and steadily held my head to slide his p*enis inside.
It took me a second to realize what just happened, but when it did, I was quicker than light to pull his d*ick out and get on my feet.
He opened his eyes, a mix of confusion and displeasure evident on his face as he furrowed his brows at me.
My question hung in the air. “Who is Abigail?”
It was at that moment that I witnessed a range of emotions flicker across his eyes, hinting at a deeper story behind his reaction.