"You've yet to provide a satisfactory response to my query," he remarks, his breathing still uneven as he maintains his position over her."Was that fuck not good enough to make you say yes?" Blaze inquires, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice."No, it wasn't!" Astrid's words are tinged with deception, her teeth capturing her lower lip in a deliberate gesture. Naturally, Astrid's statement held an unmistakable untruth, for the hot sex in question transcended all expectations, leaving an indelible mark of excellence that resonated deeply within the realm of their shared moments. The warmth of his softened member presses intimately against the contours of her femininity. The sensation, a blend of passion and closeness, ignites a spectrum of emotions within her."You liar!" With a lighthearted demeanor, Blaze levels a playful accusation, his voice infused with a delightful blend of mock indignation. His lips become a trail of tender caresses as they map a path along the deli
"And the last!" he murmurs, his voice a concerto orchestrated with the harmonious notes of seduction and the discreet undercurrents of a gentle warning. "Abstain from provoking me in such a manner. You're well aware of my reaction to any mention of another man. I'm no gentle man, but for your sake, I'm willing to bend." As his taut length lingers against the moist heat of her core, Blaze gradually separates himself from their intimate connection. Astrid's breath catches in a wave of arousal, the memory of his throbbing presence against her intimate core leaving her yearning for its return. He moves away from her body and reclines beside her, allowing her to bask in the surges of lust that wash over her. A perplexed expression forms on her countenance, and she inquires with a mix of curiosity and mild indignation, "You don't intend to leave me in such a state, do you?" "What do you mean?" Blaze queries, feigning ignorance of her implication. "How could you stir up these sensations
"Could you unlock your phone once more? I'm hoping to call my number, which would allow me to obtain your number as well. Or you could just call out your number." With a nonchalant shrug, Blaze remarks, "The unlock pattern is in the shape of an 'L,' feel free to unlock it yourself." "Really? Are you pulling off an old-school move here? Who nowadays uses an 'L' shape as their pattern? It's much wiser to opt for something more intricate." Blaze offers an explanation, saying, "I don't really have anything to hide. Plus, my mind is preoccupied with so many things that I can't spare the mental space for complex patterns." Curious, Astrid inquires, "But how do you manage to remember your credit card PIN, then? Let me guess, it's something straightforward like 1111?" He chuckles and admits, "Surprisingly, it's 5555." Her brows ascend dramatically, her eyes widening as a sign of her disbelief. She muses, "You are kidding, right? 5555 sounds like a piece of cake for anyone looking to nab
Astrid's laughter cascades through the air, a vibrant concerto sparked by the brilliance of his joke. His wit was truly astounding, effortlessly drawing mirth from her. In all honesty, who could fathom that this man, standing before her with the allure of someone in their prime, had walked the surface of this earth for 121 years? Unbelievable! However, as Astrid's merriment echoed, it was gently muted upon encountering the unwavering seriousness etched onto his countenance. The melody of her laughter gradually subsides, leaving room for a question to take root within her mind—could he actually be serious about his age? No way! The incredulity in her voice was tangible as she inquires, her eyes locked onto his, "Hold on a moment. Are you sincerely telling me that you're currently, at this very instant, 121 years old? If that is indeed the case, how do you manage to maintain the appearance of someone so young? You look nothing less than thirty. "Are you, by any chance, a vampire, or p
Blaze carries Astrid across the threshold into the bathroom. Gently lowering her to the floor, he reaches out to the elegant 22-inch rainfall shower head and with a deliberate twist, activates a cascade of refreshing water that mimics the sensation of a gentle rain, enveloping the space in a soothing and invigorating embrace.Her voice rings out, a mixture of incredulity and objection, "You're utterly something else, you know? But we don't necessarily have to shower together!"He chuckles, his voice dripping with lust and amusement, "And why not? It's not as if I haven't charted every curve of your form, explored every corner of your drenched pussy with both my nimble fingers and my throbbing cock. So tell me, why shouldn't we indulge in the act of bathing together?" His words are tenderly accompanied by a chin lift, his lips a breath away, the seductive cadence sending tremors of euphoria through her very core."Such a pervert," she murmurs, with newfound exhilaration dancing in her v
Her words flow like a meandering river, "Premature as it may seem to broach such a topic, and I'd hate to sound like I'm delving into your financial matters, especially considering that I don't want to appear like a gold digger. Yet, my curiosity seems to be getting the better of me. After all, they say curiosity killed the cat. So, do indulge me, what is your net worth?"With her being his mate, Blaze harbored no reservations about confiding in her, even when it came to delicate matters. I suppose that's what encountering your soul mate truly resembles, it mirrors the feeling of discovering a rare and precious gem hidden in the depths of life's expansive mosaic.His response was measured, delivered with a sense of ease that could only come from years of familiarity with such inquiries, "Rest assured, I don't view your curiosity as a reflection of materialistic intent. Given your background and the dynamics of our connection, your question is not only valid but expected."A pause, acco
In a sultry whisper, Blaze finally speaks, his words laced with a sensual reverence, "Have I ever taken the time to express just how exquisitely beautiful you truly are?"Upon his words, a gentle flush of crimson began its clandestine ascent up Astrid's cheeks, as if an artist's brush delicately painted them with the hue of abashment. Her eyes, bashful now, sought refuge in the ground beneath, while a subtle nibble on her lower lip hinted at a shyness that had, until that moment, remained veiled.Blaze was utterly entranced by the sudden, enigmatic bashfulness that had enveloped her like a veil. It stood in stark contrast to the unabashed lack of inhibition she had exhibited when he was deep within her innermost haven. With a gesture as graceful as the swaying of a willow in a gentle breeze, he bridges the gap between them.Their lips meet, tenderly at first, like a fragile butterfly alighting upon a blooming blossom. A gentle tremor surges through them, casting a warm embrace across t
"Did you meet your mate today? Alpha King Blaze?"Astrid's countenance held a nuanced palette, upon which chagrin was painted with a tender touch. The subtle blush on her cheeks, akin to a shy secret, hinted at a hidden sentiment expressed with graceful subtlety. These unspoken emotions linger in the air, and her father, attuned to her in a way that outstripped words, comprehended her answer before it was even voiced. Their unique connection, born of paternal love and understanding, allowed them to communicate on a level where emotions flowed effortlessly, fostering an in-depth bond between them."How did you know?" She questions, her lips, reminiscent of delicate rose petals, quivering with a timorous curiosity that danced like moonlight on the surface of a tranquil pond.Her father met her gaze with an amused smile, his eyes sparkling with a knowing twinkle. "It's crystal clear," he murmurs, "Your fragrance, reminiscent of his, and that cherished shirt, a relic from his late mother,
Blaze's thoughts churned as he held her, trying to sort through the jumble of feelings her words had stirred up. A part of him wanted to feel jealous, to resent the man she was grieving for, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could he be jealous of someone who had shown her kindness, who had treated her with the care and respect she deserved? The relief he felt was stronger than any jealousy—relief that someone had cared for her, had made her feel safe, even if it was only for a short time.He tightened his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as her tears dampened his chest. Her pain was raw, palpable, and it tore at him to see her like this. He wanted to be her rock, her safe harbor in the storm of emotions she was enduring."Astrid," he murmurs, his voice rough with the agony he was trying to keep in check, "You didn't cause his death. You can't keep carrying that guilt around like a weight on your shoulders. He wouldn't want you to blame yourself, not for a se
Astrid nods slowly, her expression thoughtful. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, her demeanor shifted. Her eyes sparkled with renewed enthusiasm as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, a kittenish smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, I get it, you're all emotional and everything," she teases, "But I've got to say, I'm still dying to hear about your weird sex life. You've got me curious now. How did you go from awkward first-timer to a seasoned pro? Spill the details!" Blaze chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief at her sudden change in tone. "I should've known you'd circle back to that," he utters, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, where do I even start? It's a wild story, and trust me, you're going to want to get comfortable for this one.""Oh, I'm ready! Don't hold back on me now," she mumbles, her excitement barely contained. "Spill the beans, Blaze. I need to know how you became the sex god you are today. I want all the juicy details!"Blaze chuc
Astrid howls with amusement, clutching her sides as she imagined the scenario. "It's funny and somehow endearing in the weirdest, most inappropriate way. I mean, who else would take on the mission of ensuring his best friend didn't reach the ripe old age of forty-five without at least one scandalous story to his name? It's kind of touching, in a way. Twisted, but touching."Blaze grins, nodding in agreement. "He was nothing if not thorough. He kept pestering me with questions—'How was it? Did you go for the classic moves, or did you get creative?' It was like he wanted a play-by-play analysis.""Well, you should be counting your blessings that he didn't bust down the door mid-action, clipboard in hand, to make sure you were aiming for the right hole," Astrid quips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Can you imagine? 'No, no, Blaze! A little to the left—there you go, that's the spot! Now, remember, slow and steady wins the race!'"She chuckles, her laughter bubbling over as she painted
"But oh no, Dexter didn't stop there. He's got that cocky grin on his face, and suddenly, he's giving me a full-blown anatomy lesson. He gets all dramatic, using his hands for emphasis. 'You know, Blaze,' he says, 'it's the one smack in the middle! You can't miss it. Just south of her belly button, between the legs, like… bingo! Right there! It's like parking a car—front row, VIP access!'"Blaze couldn't help but laugh, mimicking Dexter's wild hand gestures as Astrid burst into giggles beside him. "And then—oh, it gets better—he leans even closer, like we're plotting a heist or something, and goes, 'Now listen carefully, my friend, because this is crucial. If you find yourself at the back door, you've gone too far. You're gonna need to make a quick U-turn and head back up north. Don't let her catch you wandering off into uncharted territory!'"Astrid nearly doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach as she imagined the absurd scene. "Oh my god, I can't!" she gasps between giggl
Blaze felt a carnal grin spread across his lips as he gazed down at her, the fire in her words igniting something deep within him. He admired her boldness, her unyielding determination, and the way she made her intentions crystal clear. "You certainly know how to make a compelling argument," he replies, his voice a rich, velvety drawl that hinted at the dangerous game she was playing. "But let me make something perfectly clear, Astrid. What you're asking for is more than just a fleeting desire. It's a fire that, once kindled, won't easily be extinguished. "And you might find that handling all of me—handling us—is more than you bargained for. Just remember, once you cross this line, there's no going back. Are you truly ready to face the heat, to take on everything that comes with it?" His breath was warm against her skin, his words a tantalizing mix of promise and warning. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze again, waiting, watching for her response, a dark anticipation
Astrid's moans were muffled against the sheets, her body trembling beneath him as his raw power overtook her. She loved the way he took control and every rough thrust only sent her deeper into a whirlwind of ecstasy as she came again and again, her body unable to stop the wave of orgasms crashing over her. "Fuck… I'm gonna cum," he grunts, his balls tightened, his body tensing as his cock swelled inside her, the familiar pressure building deep within him as his release approached. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he spilled his seed into her in hot, pulsing waves. Astrid screamed as she felt him fill her, her orgasm hitting her hard as his cock pressed against her cervix. Their combined juices mixed, dripping down her thighs and onto the bed, the sensation leaving her shuddering and breathless. Blaze grins, his hand coming down to deliver a sharp slap to her ass. "Look at you," he utters in a low, dirty whisper, watching his cum drip
"Oh, Blaze," she gasps, dragging her nails down his chest as her body continued to move over him. "Your cock, it's mine. I own it." Blaze groaned, the sensation of her squeezing him so tightly making his muscles tense with barely contained need. Her pussy was so warm, so wet, every thrust sending jolts of delight through him that made him clench his jaw. His hands gripped her hips tighter, trying to pull her down harder, but she resisted, keeping the pace slow and torturous. "Kitty, you're driving me fucking crazy…" Astrid's moans grew louder as she felt him throbbing inside her, the ridges of his cock rubbing against her inner walls, making her body tremble. "I want you to feel every inch of me." Her lips brushed against his ear as her hips rocked forward again, pushing him deeper into her slick heat with a force that made Blaze's cock swell even harder inside her. "I want you to know you're mine. That no one else can make you feel this way." "You're fucking perfect," he rumbles,
Blaze let out a deep, primal howl, his chest heaving as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Astrid's slick entrance. Slowly, he dragged the sensitive tip through her drenched folds, causing her wetness to spread across his shaft. "Damn, you're so wet for me… so tight, so ready," Blaze taunts, his voice thick with lechery. "Your pussy is begging for me to fill it, isn't it?" His eyes darkened with lust as he hovered at her entrance, hardly slipping the tip inside her before pulling back. He repeated the motion, sliding only half an inch into her heat, giving her just a taste of what she craved, the tantalizing stretch making both of them groan. Blaze continues with an excruciatingly slow rhythm, thrusting shallowly, his hips barely moving as his cock teased her entrance, never quite filling her completely. "You like that, don't you? The way I play with you? Making you want it so bad you can't even think straight…" His voice was a dark, sinful whisper as he kept up the sl
Blaze loved the way her body felt pressed against his, her wetness seeping through her panties, drenching his boxers, making him feel how badly she wanted him. The teasing—how she moved just enough to drive him to the edge without giving him what he truly needed—was a sweet kind of torment. It made his skin tingle, his heart race, and his cock throb harder with every pass of her hips.Astrid leans in close, her lips barely grazing Blaze's ear as her breath came out in hot, uneven waves. "You feel so fucking good, Blaze," she purrs, her words dripping with lust as her hips began to grind harder against him. "You're so hard for me… I can feel how much you want me, how badly you need me."With a lascivious gleam in her eyes, she shifted slightly, her fingers sliding down between their bodies, slipping under the waistband of Blaze's boxers. Slowly, she pulled them down, her heart pounding in anticipation as his thick, swollen cock sprang free. Her breath hitched at the sight of it, her e