Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“Take me,” she said softly, with heat in her voice.
I groaned and pulled back, bringing my hand down on the roundness of her ass, hearing skin slap against skin, seeing my red handprint marring her flesh.
Staring at her ass again, I knew what I wanted, what we both needed.
I’d fill another part of her, make her beg for more, stretch this tight back hole until she was crying out and finding her own completion.
And that was my sole goal.
To have her pleasure continue.
I lowered my head and kissed the length of her spine. I hadn’t told her what I wanted, but Greta knew what was going to happen. She lifted her lower half, got to her knees, and presented herself to me, her bottom popping out in the most delicious of ways.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You filling me.”
I reached down and took myself in hand once more, stroking my palm over the length, pre-cum slipping from the tip as I envisioned sliding my shaft deep in her tight little asshole.
She moaned and thrust her bottom out at me.
I nearly lost it right then and there.
I moved back enough that I could look at her ass. The globes were big and round, and my hands itched to spank her until redness coated them, until pink handprints covered that creamy flesh. “So perfect.” I groaned those words out.
And then I did just that. I lifted my hand and brought it down on her left cheek, knowing I should be quiet as to not wake the baby, but unable to stop myself. Greta made this soft moan and I grunted in pleasure.
And then the beast was released and I spanked her luscious ass over and over again, unable to stop myself, my shaft so hard I was liable to finish before this even started.
She was soaking for me, so wet in fact that between her thighs she was glistening from her cream, her juices moving down her inner thigh. “Looks like you’re so far gone for your male, Greta.”
She panted and nodded.
I smoothed my hands over her back, across her generous hips, and along the crease of her ass. I spread the cheeks wide, took in the site of her tight hole and the red, swollen cleft of her pussy. My mouth watered for a taste, and my cock jerked in response.
I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her hips up, and brought her bottom flush with my groin. She braced herself on her hands and knees and pressed her ass closer into me, right against my length. I ran my hand up her spine, moved her hair over, and stared at the graceful arch of her neck.
Gods, she was perfect.
I squeezed her ass, gripping the cheeks and parting them even more. My focus was on the tight hole that I was about to claim. I grabbed my cock, stroked myself from root to tip, and loved that she gasped out in pleasure when she looked over her shoulder and saw what I was doing.
I bent down and kissed both globes of her ass, and then slid my tongue over the small of her back, along the length of her spine. I straightened, knowing her tight hole would strangle my cock with pleasure when I slid it in.
I slid my finger across her soaking slit and brought the fluid to the tip of her clit, lightly stroking it. Feeling a jolt of pleasure wash over me at her sexy moan, I continued teasing her. I brought my fingers back to her pussy hole, coating them in her juices again, and then plunged my fingers into her. Immediately her inner muscles gripped me.
“My wife is hungry for more, aren’t you, Greta?”
Slowly, I slid one finger into her ass and let her muscles adjust to the size. I played with her for a little bit, stretching her hole with my finger, and then added another one. When I thought she was good and stretched out for me, nice and lubed from her own juices, I slipped my fingers from her and placed the tip of my cock at her tight hole.
What I wanted to do was shove into her in one fluid motion. But I went slowly, deeply.
She clenched around the tip of me, and once I was past the tight ring of muscle, I slid inside of her easily. We both groaned when I bottomed out inside of her. “Greta, gods, so tight and hot, so perfect.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered breathlessly.
Yes. She was. All mine.
I started to pull out of her, and then pushed back inside. Over and over I pumped in and out of her, starting slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed with each passing second.
“Yes.”
Although I’d been fierce before Greta had been in my life, a warrior to my core, where Greta and Magnus were concerned, I was even more intense, more vicious if they were threatened.