Chasing Mates (MxM)

[R-18] Chapter Sixty-five

Angel P.O.V

I take in a deep breath as I squirm underneath Shawn. I feel so full with him inside me and towering over me. It's to the point that it's so hard for me to breathe. My words make no sense and the moment he slammed into me I knew that Shawn had me in the palm of his hands.

But I wouldn't wish to be anywhere else right now. Even if I did, he wouldn't let me go as if I might escape from his grasp again. To add, Sol was thriving under Shawn's dominance and control.

"Good. You're doing so good, Ace," my heart kick starts at his praise. A moment later, he pulls all the way out so quickly I didn't allow myself to register why and just yelled, "No,"

Shawn shifts on his knees and smirks at my protest. "Don't worry, Ace" I gasp when he flips me in a smooth, quick motion until I was face down on the bed. His large palms comes down on my ass hard before he spans my hips and tugs me up onto my hands and knees.

"I plan to spill everything I have inside of you, right here," he declares as I feel him spread my cheeks wide.

"Ahhh," I moan when I feel every inch of my mate bury himself inside me. I could feel him twitch there which had me quivering and squeezing him unintentionally.

"Yess, fuck," Shawn growls in reply before he finally, finally, begins to move. The pleasure I felt was like a sharp blade and I was walking the edge. It cut me, despite knowing that I had just came not even twenty minutes ago. I found myself rocking my hips back at Shawn, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I was gripping the sheets and my toes were curling in response. The grip he had on my hips tightened each time he forced his cock deep into me, again and again. Each thrust felt harder than the last and I could feel that my ass shook as he slammed into me, the vibrations traveling down my thighs.

I found my self turning around just to look up at my mate over my shoulder. The sight was orgasmic and his face was brutal and solely focused on where we were connected.

"Yes, Shawn. Please," I was screaming into the room. "Please, more. Want more," I didn't really know what I wanted more of but this wasn't enough. I wanted more from him. I needed it.

I perceived him shifting behind me, the bed dipping slightly from his weight. His hand, rough but warm, ran down the length of my spine which had me mewling slightly. I shivered under his touch.

"Ace," Shawn breathed. And then suddenly, he moved to grip his right hand around my the length of my throat, his fingers spread out to support the weight of my body.

"You...are so fucking beautiful," he continued to thrust into me which had us both crying out. His grip squeezing me but not hard enough to cut off airflow but the pain coupled with pleasure had me on edge of an orgasm. The hand on my throat flexed as he fucked me into submission. This position was every bit dominant, and even savage, as if I was made precisely  for his pleasure. As if he owned me. Perhaps this is his way of showing me that he did.

"Yes!" I breathed out, vision unfocused and my mind crazed. I could hear Shawn spewing nonsense and obscenities from behind me.

I don't think I could have ever predicted that he would completely let himself go. The echo of skin slapping against skin had blood rushing to my head. This wild, untamed beast like of my mate was giving into his animalistic self. It made me crazy in return. It made me want to also give into my animalistic side and just let go. I wanted to give him everything in this moment. It was so tempting. And that thought had me shuddering as I grabbed the hand he had around my throat.

I let my swarming thoughts melt away as I tuned back into my mate and what he was saying. "Your ass is perfect. Look. Look at how perfect we look. I've waited so long to touch you again, my mate," he slams into me after pulling out slowly and my breath hitches.