Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
He wasn’t sure if she even knew she’d spread her thighs wider for him, but he took advantage. Crouching, he pulled her toward him so that her ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. Just as he’d imagined himself doing a dozen times since he’d first seen them, he hooked her perfect legs over his shoulders. “Yeah, this is what I want.”
He slowly parted her folds with his thumbs, watching her glistening pussy quiver. Need roared inside him. Need for her. Need for her taste on his tongue.
With a growl, he fell forward and lapped at her pussy. Fuck, she tasted as good as she smelled. He sipped from her, drowned in her, all the while digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. Every soft moan spurred him on and fed his own desperate need to come.
He lashed her clit with his tongue, felt her hips jerk. He sank his tongue inside her, drank from her, fluttered his tongue along her walls just to drive her insane. “You’re going to come for me again, Gwen. Hard.” He stabbed his tongue deep. Again. And again. And again. Until, finally, she gave him what he wanted.
Breathing hard, Gwen watched as Zander got to his feet and deftly shed his clothes, revealing a body that was all solid muscle, sleek skin, and buzzed with raw animal energy. She bet she could bounce a brick on those abs.
Her stomach twisted as she caught sight of his cock. So the rumors were true. Shifters were, in fact, well endowed. She had the feeling she was going to be sore tomorrow. And that was not a complaint.
She pointed at her dresser. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”
Leaning over her, he flicked her taut nipple with his tongue. “Shifters don’t carry STDs, and we can only impregnate the female we’re mated to.”
“Then we’re good to go.”
Straightening, Zander groaned as she curled her luscious legs around him—yet another fantasy he had. “That’s it, wrap them around me.” Angling her hips just right, he bumped her folds with the head of his cock. “I’ll go slow while I slide inside you.” He wanted to be sure he didn’t hurt her, and he also wanted her to feel every inch of him going in. “After that, I want to take you hard, Gwen. If you can’t handle that, tell me now.”
She gasped as he lodged the thick head of his cock in her opening. The pressure was amazing. “I can take it.”
Zander sank inside her. Slowly. Smoothly. Almost lazily. And, fuck, her hot pussy felt so good stretching around him. Even though she was deliciously tight, she was so slick he slid in easily. Still, he watched her face for signs of pain, but all he saw was a need for more.
Finally, balls-deep in her, he groaned. She felt like sheer fucking heaven. “You sure you can take it hard?” He damn well hoped so, because he wasn’t sure he had it in him to give her slow and gentle. Not right then. He could keep in mind the relative differences in their strength so he didn’t hurt her, but he couldn’t give her gentle.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
Taking her at her word, he reared back and slammed home. Her pussy clamped down on him, squeezing and rippling. Fuck. Zander pounded in and out of her, yanking her to him each time he thrust forward, driving as deep as he could possibly go. “Swear to God, never had a pussy this tight.”
And she’d never had a cock buried so deep inside her. He was hitting all kinds of interesting nerve endings that Gwen hadn’t known she had until now. She’d never felt so full, so taken. Truly, no one had ever fucked her like this; no one had ever paid so much attention to her body or ever been so intent on making sure she got off.
She hadn’t actually been certain that she could come a third time, but the friction was building inside her. Building. Swelling. Inflating like a balloon until she couldn’t stand it. Feeling his cock throb and pulse only made it worse. Gwen reached down to finger her clit, knowing she’d go off like a rocket. She gasped when Zander softly slapped her hand away.
“Mine.”
Bristling, she clipped, “Um, no, it’s not.”
He stilled, eyes blazing. “What did you just say?” It was a menacing whisper.
She lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “I said, no, it’s not.”
Zander leaned forward. “Whose cock is buried in you right now?”
She gritted her teeth. “Yours.”
“That’s right. Whose come will soon be filling this pussy?”
“Yours.”
“Correct again. So, who does this body belong to right now?”
Well, that was easy. “Me.” He pulled out. Just pulled out of her. Then she suddenly found herself on her stomach as a hand came down sharply on her ass. Twice. She glared at him over her shoulder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her curt tone was totally lost on him; he was too busy staring at her ass in fascination.