Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
I closed the tent flap and undressed quickly, folding my clothes and putting them to the side before crawling onto the bed and spreading my thighs, running a finger through my wetness before circling my clit.
He rose slowly, taking me in. Still nude from shifting, he knelt onto the mattress, ducking down to lick.
“You shouldn’t taste this good,” he groaned, getting more comfortable and doing it again. “You shouldn’t taste like candy until we’ve imprinted. But here we are . . .”
He sucked on my clit as his fingers started to move. I groaned, jerking my hips with his pace. He took his fingers away and fucked me with his tongue, now working my clit. After switching again, I gyrated my hips rhythmically, fisting his hair. He growled with the treatment and the extra vibration sent me over the edge. I called out his name, shivering with release.
He kissed up my body slowly, taking time to focus on my nipples before his lips slid to my neck. He kissed and sucked as he pushed my legs out wide to accommodate his size. He fisted the base of his cock, sliding its head up and down my slit.
“Tell me how much you want your alpha’s big cock in your tight little pussy,” he commanded, his voice rough and sexy, his words deliciously dirty.
“Yes, Weston,” I mewed, straining up to him. “Please, fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you deep and hard until you beg me to come, and then I’m going to fuck you harder.”
I grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him nearer. His cock stroked along my seam, catching at my opening before slipping by again, driving me crazy with anticipation.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you want this cock?”
“Yes,” I groaned as his teeth ran along my neck.
“Tell me. Beg me to fuck your tight little cunt.”
He circled my clit with his slick cockhead and in moments I was utterly lost to him.
“Fuck me, Weston. Please, fuck me hard. Mark me. Make me yours.”
He moved his lips against the shell of my ear, his cock paused at my opening. “You’re already mine,” he growled and flipped me over, yanking me back until I was on my hands and knees. “I will brand you with my cock until you are ruined for anyone else.”
He thrust in deep, taking me from behind like he had our first time in the woods: rough and feral and deliciously dominant.
“Yes, Weston, please, yes!”
His pace was hard and fast as he slid into me with wild abandon. His chest touched down over my back, his hips pumping. I felt his lips on my neck, sucking in my skin before his teeth bit down.
Incredible shivers rolled over my flesh, and I groaned with the sensations. It was all so much better than that first time. We knew each other’s bodies now, what the other liked. He knew what I could take and no longer went easy on me like I realized he had then. I knew how I liked being dominated, his strength pinning me in place as he rammed his cock deep inside. I shoved back into him, desperate for every thrust, my shoulder tingling with the need to feel him bite deeper, to make the mark last longer. Forever.
“More,” I groaned, so wet it dribbled down my thigh, so full of desire, of pleasure, I saw lights dance behind my eyes. “More.”
He complied eagerly, gripping my waist so that he could pummel me, his movements possessive. I was lost to the sensations, the hard swing of his hips, the comforting feel of his skin and proximity, knowing I was safe no matter how hard he took me. And I wanted it hard, bruising. I wanted him to whisk me away from this life and suspend me in pleasure, to reduce my point of focus down until he was all I knew.
He pushed me forward, pulling out and swinging me around. He yanked me closer again and wrapped my legs around his hips while he stayed up on his knees. He held me there while he thrust up into me, his lips crashing down onto mine. I devoured him, savored his taste. My groan expressed the depths of my pleasure and he answered as though starving for the feel of me, needing more, to be closer, to couple harder.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his thumb moving against my clit, his lips pressed against mine. “Perfect. Like you were meant to be fucked by me and me alone.” He held me tightly, fully in control of my body, driving my desire higher. “I’m going to fuck you to the limit.” He rammed his knot into me, the friction so intense, the electricity between us crackling. “I’m going to make you forget everything but this cock rocking hard deep inside that wet little pussy.”