Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Her pussy juices slid down the crack of her ass, and he devoured her. She tasted salty and musky, and it drove him fucking wild with lust. With one more lick up the crease of her bottom, he pulled away.
He kept her legs spread open with his hands on her inner thighs, and stared down at her pussy, his pussy.
Her chest rose and fell from her post-euphoric orgasm, and it had the alpha male in him roaring out in victory. He was the one that put that look on her face, and pride filled him.
His pulse throbbed in his cock, and her legs were still parted on either side of him. When he rose and positioned himself above her, the feel of her wet pussy slipped along his length. He loved that she couldn’t control her breathing.
She reached between them, lifted slightly up, and positioned the tip of his dick at her entrance. He had to grit his teeth as her slender fingers wrapped around his cock, and force himself not to thrust into her at the feel of her wet heat against him.
Their eyes locked, and he slowly started to push his cock into her. A deep groan left him, and her breath hitched. When he was fully inside of her he slipped his hands under her ass, clenched the flesh, and in one move had her over him. She now straddled his waist, her hands on his chest, and her mouth parted.
She worked herself on him, and Damien clenched his hands against her hips to keep from taking control. Her movements were slow and somewhat unsure.
Her breath hitched when she slid all the way down on him and rose back up, over and over again, gradually picking up speed. For a moment he lost it and found himself thrusting up, deep and hard inside of her.
“I can’t breathe, Damien,” she moaned. His lion broke free, took the front seat in all of this, and Damien couldn’t stop him. In a quick move, he had her on her back again, with his pelvis wedged snugly between hers. He speared his hands in her hair, tugging her head back and arching her throat.
“Your animal, Damien.” She moaned. “God, yes,”
Having her throat bared was a surrender all in itself, and she would never know what it did to him, what it did to his lion. Running his now elongated canines up her neck, he loved that a shiver worked
through her. She held him tight and lifted her hips, grinding herself on him. He was still inside of her tight, wet heat, and it was euphoria. Curling his hands in the sheets by her head, he started moving inside of her fast and hard, steady and powerful.
Sweat trailed down his hairline, and his skin felt too tight. Her pussy smelled so fucking good, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in the sweet spot once more.
But his dick was a greedy bastard and pulsed, needing him to continue pulling out and pushing back inside.
He let his gaze linger at the base of her throat where his mark was on her flesh. He followed the path of her body between her breasts, down her belly, and stopped at the top of her pussy. Her clit protruded, begging for attention.
With his cock lodged in his mate’s body, Damien fucked her good and thoroughly. Their sweat-slicked stomachs touched, and he pushed another inch into her when he thrust in deep.
“Damien.” She gasped out his name. “I feel so stretched, so full.”
A rumble left him when her tight little body clenched around him. Slowly and with measured movements he continued to move in and out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around him, then relaxed. His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm.
He was going to fill her with his seed, make her so full of it she would feel it slip out of her pussy for the next week. For several long moments Damien didn’t move, couldn’t for how good it felt. He wouldn’t last long, not when she slid her hands up his sides and around to his back.
Her nails dug into his skin, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lifting up just enough that his arms were locked straight and his chest no longer touched hers, Damien pulled out of her wet heat and pushed back in.
“Slow is good, Damien, so good, but don’t hold back, please.” She arched her back, and her breasts rose up from the motion.
Damien’s gaze was trained on the sight of her nipples hardening even further, and he gave her exactly what she asked for. He sat back on his knees, encircled her waist with his hands, and fucked her like he meant it, and damn did he mean it.
The sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. He bottomed out of her every time he pushed back inside. She pulled at his hair, and the slight sting of pain felt so fucking good.