Page 30 of Feline Good

When she didn’t answer, he gripped her wrists in one hand and leaned over her like a prowling predator. And as a male wanting to mark his territory, he purred, placing a kiss on her neck, then sank his blunt teeth into the skin. Maya screamed, her pussy clenching around him as she came.

Amir had her at his mercy— teeth in the back of her neck, hands behind her back, pinned over the sofa, his dick pounding her through another orgasm. Maya finally conceded complete control to Amir, slumping against the couch and taking everything he would give her, uninhibited sounds pouring from her lips. From this angle, the way he filled her was even more intense. With each thrust, she rocked against the cushions, her piercings tugging and pulling at her nipples with each motion, sending flames roaring through her body. His hips smacked into her ass with every thrust and she cried out, her pussy spasming around him as she discovered how hot it was to willingly give up her control.

And that’s what she’d done: totally given Amir free reign to fuck her however he wanted. He wasn’t disappointing her, and she could do nothing but moan as he released the grip on her neck, soothing the wound with his tongue before pulling back up. Instantly, she missed the pressure of his weight on her back, but she didn’t question it, couldn’t even form fucking words at this point. When he threaded a hand in her hair to yank her head to the side and hold her to the couch, a pressure built behind her eyes, one similar to the intensity of the release building within her. Pulling her up with a tight grip on her hair, he licked and bit at her lips, mumbling filthy words into her mouth as he pounded into her.

“Maya, you’re taking my cock better than I ever could have imagined. You’re mine now, you know that, right? This clit is mine.” Amir reached around, and a pinch of his fingers on her sensitive flesh had her seeing stars. “This pussy is mine.” A guttural growl accompanied his words as he cupped a possessive hand to her swollen flesh, slick with her desire. “This orgasm is mine.” A nip to her earlobe sent her need spiraling, sharp and brilliant and bright. “You.” Another bite, teeth digging into her flesh. “Are.” A snap of his hips sent them both forward, her nipples roughly abraded on the fabric of the couch, sensation screaming through her. “Mine.” His roar joined her scream as the ferocity of his claiming took both of them in its grip, pleasure and pain blinding them both in a maelstrom of hedonistic power.

Tears fell as the tremors shook her into oblivion, shattering her into pieces as stream after stream of his cum filled her, taking her, marking her.

When she came down from the heights of pleasure, her breaths sounded harsh in the quiet room. The comforting weight of Amir pressed into her, his own breaths tickling the back of her neck. Gentle kisses trailed down her spine, spreading chills over her body in soothing waves. He pulled out and stood, swooping her into his arms effortlessly. At least one of them could still function, because Maya’s entire body wobbled like jello— she was wrecked in the aftermath of their collision.

I don’t think insurance covers well-fucked.

Maya chuckled, completely at ease in Amir’s arms as he took them to the shower in her master bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the counter, leaning her back against the mirror. Hissing at the cold countertop underneath her, she studied Amir as he fiddled with the shower. When he turned on the water, steam curled through the room as he dialed it to her favorite temperature— burning in hell. Maya enjoyed a lovely view of his ass as he took care of everything.

In one smooth motion, he picked her up, placed her under the spray, and settled in behind her. It wasn’t until he began massaging her scalp with shampoo that she cracked an eyelid open and teased, “I finally get fucked, and you’re going to wash my hair?”

Amir’s chest shook with a deep chuckle, and she sent him a lazy smile over her shoulder as he worked the suds into her hair. “Well, I don’t think you could do it yourself at this point, anyway. Can you even stand yet?”

Maya pouted up at him, knowing he was right. “It just means you finally did something right.”

Growling in response, he leaned down to tilt her head back and place a chaste kiss on her mouth, almost bringing tears to her eyes again. The emotion in such a simple action left her shaken. He finished washing and conditioning her hair, then took great pains to be as gentle as possible when soaping up her body. Maya realized she'd never felt so taken care of or cherished. She felt raw from the swirling emotions. Amir, of all people, had cracked her tough outer shell, pawing his way in and settling there.

Maya stood still while he toweled her off, sucking in a deep breath when he gently swiped between her legs. He carried her to the bed, depositing her between the sheets and sliding in next to her. The chilled bed sent goose bumps over her skin, and she shivered, tucking herself into Amir’s heat. Gathering her close, he placed another soft kiss on her head.

Lying next to him, her head on his chest with his arm tucked around her, she couldn’t help the feelings that swelled, and she knew she was lost. The words she wanted to speak were too hard to say while staring into his sunlit eyes, so she kissed his pec and mumbled them into his chest.

“Thank you.”

But she should have known Amir wouldn’t settle for that. He tilted her chin up with a finger, pushing her boundaries yet again.

“What was that?” But a knowing grin settled across his lips.

Maya rolled her eyes, a flush coloring her cheeks. It was ironic that after everything they’d just done, now she was embarrassed.

“I said ‘thank you.’ For taking care of me.”

He smirked. “And fucking you into oblivion?”

A slow smile curled her lips, and she grinned up at him. “Well, that wasn’t too bad either.”

Maya could tell a witty response was brewing, but a yawn wrenched her jaw wide, and he pulled the blankets tight around them.

“It won’t be the last time. So you should get your rest while you can.”

“Shouldn’t you go help the guys close down the bar? You kind of abandoned them.”

A simple shrug, then, “They can handle it. I have much better things to do.”

Eyes already closing in exhaustion, she teased, “What? Like watch me sleep? Real interesting stuff, that. I’m pretty sure I drool.”

“That’s exactly what I plan to do, umri.”

But his words were wasted breath, because Maya had already fallen asleep, her hand limp on his stomach.

* * *

August grinned as they showed the last patron out the door, ushering them into a rideshare like Maya preferred. Maybe he should have gone a little easier on the kids and the Jeopardy drinking game.