Free Skye's Trail by Jory Strong

the feel of her, the smell of her, the sounds she was making had pushed him beyond any limit, had filled his cock so full that every stroke was exquisite agony.
     
    His balls swung tight and heavy against her slick flesh, sending waves of sharp, hot pleasure through his cock along with the urge to pound into her, to shove himself deeper than any man had ever been.
     
    Fuck! What had she done to him?
     
    He couldn’t fight the frantic need. His head went back, his body arched violently, giving him the extra depth he sought.
     
    Beneath him she cried out, opening herself deeper then closing around the tip of his penis, trapping him inside her, forcing him to come with each jerk of his hips, each involuntary attempt at escape.
     
    Over and over again he came, each release making him cry out, each release triggering an answering cry in her. The pleasure was hot and fierce, overwhelming, consuming. He would never get enough of this.

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Skye came awake slowly, luxuriating in the warm male chest pressed against her back, in the arms that circled her waist and held her tight. Rico.
     
    She’d never brought a lover to her apartment, never slept all night with one and woken this way. Some instinct had prevented her from doing it. Now she recognized it for what it was—an intimacy only to be shared with a mate, not with a recreational sex partner.
     
    The complications would begin soon enough.
     
    The questions.
     
    About the mating.
     
    About the way he’d been locked deep inside her.
     
    How he’d orgasmed—how they’d both orgasmed each time the head of his penis had tried to escape.
     
    She’d searched for answers herself, but there were none.
     
    Like so many things in her life, she could only accept that it was natural.
     
    Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed. They were bound together. She knew it on a gut level. Knew from experience that it was useless to fight whatever it was that made her other .
     
    But he would fight it. She knew that, too.
     
    She snuggled deeper into Rico and felt his cock begin to stiffen against the cleft of her ass. He nuzzled her neck and Skye’s nipples tightened. An ache began to build between her thighs. They’d have to face the day soon enough. Before that happened she needed him again.
     
    Skye rolled over slowly and smiled as she took in Rico’s dark good looks. Gone was the fierce lover who’d mounted her repeatedly in the living room then one last time as they’d showered before crawling into bed. Now his face was relaxed, almost boyish. She used her body to roll him to his back. He frowned in his sleep but didn’t wake up.
     
    Pleasure roared through her—a primal satisfaction unlike any she’d ever known—at the sight of the bite marks she’d left on his neck, over his heart, on his inner thigh. She moved over him and pressed her lips against his lips, then nibbled down the tanned column of his throat until she got to a small brown nipple. She laved it with her tongue then lightly bit it before moving to its twin. Rico woke and immediately laced his fingers through her hair. She continued along his ribs and across his tight abdomen.
     
    His body tensed when she stopped. She could feel the heat of his cock against her cheek. She looked up at him then. “Have you fantasized about this, Rico?”
     
    His fingers tightened in her hair. She ran her tongue along his cock. “ ¡Carajo! You’re going to kill me!” he said as his hips pumped upward.
     
    Skye moved so that she could wrap her hands around his hungry cock. Rico’s nostrils flared, his face flushed. His hips pumped again. Power and pleasure flooded through Skye. He was hers.
     
    She took the head of him into her mouth and began sucking as she stroked his shaft. His eyes closed, his ass flexed and he arched off the bed. She let him move in and out of her mouth, taking more of him each time and using her lips and tongue to love him.
     
    The fingers buried