“What is wrong with you?” I ask incredulously, shock clear in my tone.

Masen covers my body with his quickly, leaving most of his weight on one hand, the other still brackets both of mine. He nuzzles my neck, breathing hard. He urges my face to the side with his. I feel his wide tongue lap over my Mark, and he rumbles gathering my body even closer and trapping my legs with his on either side. I still have no idea what he’s doing, but at least he’s being gentle now. When I try to move my hand, he gives a short warning grumble to stay put. After he grooms my Mark repeatedly, he finally lets my hands go and rolls me onto my belly with tender care. I turn my head and look at his hooded eyes and his teeth biting the corner of his lip. Masen is so trained on my bottom I don’t think he realizes I’m watching him. His hands begin feathering up the back of my legs until he reaches the small of my back. I close my eyes and relax under his touch. I feel his knee wedge between mine, pushing me open, and I hear him hum in approval. Placing his hands on my hips, he pulls me back so I’m on my knees in front of him with my legs spread. He’s seated on his knees that are slightly open behind me, his heavy cock pointing straight up at me. Seeing how much he still wants me makes me forget his curious behavior, and I wiggle a bit and lift up on my arms putting me on all fours. My baby’s body is even greedier than I thought. I’m gonna need to fill her up all the time. I hear through our bond, and I feel how happy the thought makes him. Even his filthy thoughts excite me, and I’m sure he has no idea I can hear him.

“Come here, baby. I need more of me inside you, yeah?” I find his wording strange, but as long as he’s touching me, I don’t care how he says it. Masen tugs me closer using my hip, then he leans forward and wraps himself around my back hugging me and whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna let you do the work. I’m gonna let your greedy pussy take as much of me as you need.” Pulling up, he lines himself up with my opening and waits. I push back barely and feel his head slip inside me. Wanting more, I keep pushing. I moan at the fullness this position causes. “You need more.” It’s a statement, not a question as he thrusts like he can’t help himself, and that’s exactly what I want.

I need him to take control, to do whatever he wants to my body so I tell him, “Masen, I love when you take care of me. You always know what I need. Will you love me, please?” His hand fists in my hair, making me arch more and plunge back roughly. “Yes,” I hiss.