Forbidden Mate

Nine

*knock*

I knocked on the door and entered the office. Draven was sitting behind his desk, looking at something intently.

"Care to explain this?" Draven turned his laptop screen toward me. On the screen was the photo I took the other day. My lips tilted up in a teasing smirk and I made my way toward him.

"What is there to explain? Isn't the image self-explanatory?" I settled myself on his lap, aligning my clothed p***y against his raging hardness.

"Don't tease me, babygirl," he growled at me, wrapping his hands around my neck and pulling me close. His eyes challenged me to ignore his warning.

Like I would ever back down.

The danger in his eyes gave me a thrill. The bold slut in me roared to life to get what I wanted.

"Or what?" I asked, nearing my face toward him. His eyes glinted and with a low growl, he slammed his lips against my lips. It was a dream come true moment for me and I would rather die than waste this moment.

Taking advantage of our closeness, I shredded his dress shirt into pieces, baring his upper body. My hands didn't stop there. I was afraid he would pull away so I teasingly licked his canines to turn him on and kept him busy. While our tongues battled the war of dominance, which I was losing rapidly and I could care less, I stripped him.

War of tongues was the least of my concerns right now.

"Goddess," I sighed into the kiss when his thigh c**k was in my hands. Finally! If I were to explain how it felt - it felt like I was holding a wrist with the softest skin and full of veins. It was weird to explain it with words.

"f**k, babygirl," Draven groaned like a wounded animal. His voice had a husk to it and it sounded so damn orgasmic in my ears. I never would have thought a man's moan would snap something in me, before this, that is. Everything this man does turns me on.

"I want to ride you," I frantically tugged at my dress. Riding my dress up my ass, I shredded the thong I was wearing underneath and lowered myself on his d**k. I was hoping everything to be flawless but lack of experience was in my way or should I say I was too much of a chicken to slam myself on the thick rod. While I did want to slam myself, I was afraid I would hurt myself. I mean, if you take a look at his c**k, you'll call it a destructive weapon and it was destructive for sure, and with the lack of expertise, I could get hurt. His c**k could cause some serious damage.

"Can you help me?" I asked in a low voice. Draven chuckled before his hands expertly guided me down his c**k. How should I explain the feeling of a c**k inside me? Well, if I have to describe it - it was fulfilling (of course) and it made my toe curl even when we just started. My fingers and all the dildos have never satisfied me this much. The sparks from the touch of our skin were pure ecstasy. Nothing could be compared to the bliss I was in.

"Ride it, baby doll. I'll let you use me until you've had your fill," he spanked my ass, urging me to go as fast as I could. I did! I raised myself until just the tip of his c**k remained inside and slammed myself until I was taking him up to the hilt. There wasn't even a millimeter of his c**k that remained outside. I repeated the action again and again.

While I was busy chasing after that sweet release, Draven took it upon himself to add to my pleasure. He started playing with my n*****s, sometimes rolling them between his fingers, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking, sometimes tugging, and sometimes flicking them with his tongue.

"Oh, God, it feels so good Draven," I moaned, bouncing up and down his c**k. The way his c**k slid against my wet wall drove me crazy and the sound our bodies made had me blushing all over.

"Yeah? Want to feel even better?" He didn't wait for my answer. He leaned forward and pulled me down on c**k by my waist, hard. That little tilt of his hips was enough to send me over the edge. My eyes widened as I, for the first time, tasted the pleasure (she meant real pleasure).

"Oh, s**t! Oh, God! f**k!" I cursed as my body twitched and spasmed. There was no doubt I was clenching down on him, hard. He was gritting his teeth to hold himself back while I was squeezing him tight and that action itself explained that I was clenching him hard enough.

"Goddess Gracious, I could see stars," I whispered, slumping down against him.

"It's my turn now, baby doll," growled Draven. My eyes widened both in shock and thrill. I found myself on his desk, with his hard body on top, and then he started drilling his c**k into me. He slammed into me with reckless abandon. He wasn't measuring the force he was drilling me with, he wanted me to take him the way he wanted to.

"Don't stop, daddy. f**k me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me," I wrapped my hands around his neck and encouraged him to unleash his desire. There was no way in hell I'd let him hold back. Even if I end up with a wounded cunt, I still want him to f**k me until he was satisfied.

"God, you're driving me crazy," Draven moaned into my neck, his canines biting and nibbling my skin. "f**k, you're taking me so well like a trained slut," he groaned. That's my favorite part! Getting degraded during s*x.

"Is that what you want, daddy? A slut you can f**k whenever you want? You want a c*m dumpster, don't you?" I whispered into his ear, licking his earlobe playfully.

"Where did you learn to speak like that?" Draven growled. He was trying to be angry, the possessive dad in him battling with the mate. Of course, the concerned dad's perspective ceased to function.

"You speak as if you don't like it. Admit it, daddy. You love it when I get slutty. Your d**k twitches every time I moan loudly, not caring if others could hear us. You love it, don't you?" I smirked, I hope it was a smirk.

"You talk too much," Draven flipped me over and covered my mouth with his palm. "You're right, I love it when you shed your innocence and moan for me with no care in the world. But you know what I detest? Anyone other than me hearing these lovely sounds. Your moans belong to me, babygirl. I'll replenish the souls of those who dare hear your moans."

I moaned against his palm, turned on by his dominance.

"Don't make me lose control, babe. Because if I do, my flames will consume everyone around me," he grunted, his c**k drilling me to orgasm. He soon followed me, his canines sinking into my neck and marking me as his.

"God," his hand loosened, letting me speak. "You're killing me."

"I haven't killed you enough, daddy. We still have to burn into the depth of hell together," I turned around and jumped into his arms. He efficiently captured me in his arms and slammed his lips against my mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling my lips.

"And I'm ready to be burned as long as I get to be inside of you," Draven joked, making me smile.

"What are you waiting for? Let's ride through this guilty pleasure," I whispered. As we kissed, daddy slammed me against the wall and eased his c**k into my wet cunt once again.

I'm going to be wrecked and I look forward to it, that was my thought as I hugged him close to me, submitting my body to him.

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Author's note.

You'll get smut three more times in the near future and then it's all drama, no smut until we get to the epilogue. Enjoy while it lasts.

~priya~