A Wolf's Fate (A BBW Shapeshifter Romance): The Holiday Ball by Marie Mason Page A

thumb rubbed the underside of his cock and along the flange. Then she leaned forward and Gunner was lost. Lost in the sensation of his mate’s lips on his body. He arched forward, unable to prevent the sharp thrust into her mouth. She didn’t protest and he did it again. Her mouth was warm and wet.
    Her hands climbed up his body and she tweaked his nipples, letting him know who was boss. He lost it and shoved his cock into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat with each thrust. She took him. She took him deep and then deeper still as she relaxed her throat. She swallowed when he pressed as far inside her as he could go. The sensation so intense, he rose to his tiptoes, trying to go deeper. All the time she watched him with those big green eyes, taking everything without complaint.
    Gunner felt that heady sensation at the base of his spine, signaling he was about to release. “I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned, pressing her face closer. “Swallow me, baby. Swallow me down.” Her hands gripped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him closer. Her throat opened and he shot down her throat.
    After his body quit jerking, he reluctantly pulled out of sweet warm mouth and positioned her over the edge of the bed, face down. His bed was so high up off the floor that she almost stood on tiptoes. The position put a strain on her body, making it impossible for her to move away. His cock was wet from her mouth and he knew her pussy would be moist. Sucking him off had aroused his mate. He could smell it. He wanted to taste it. He stroked her slit feeling the thick cream coating her lips. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked it away. “So responsive, pretty pixie. So damn responsive.” He pushed two fingers into her wet passage, slowly fucking her, making sure to touch the over sensitized bundle of nerves inside her hot pussy. She arched off the bed and he laid a restraining hand on her low back right above the beautiful slope of her hips. Her hips were wide, twin dimples at the base of her spine. Beautiful.
    “Wider,” he ordered and knocked her feet apart and kept them spread with his legs.
    “Gunner, please,” she moaned. “Please do something.” Her hips undulated in silent invitation.
    He continued rubbing her opening, stroking and penetrating. Her whimpers spurred him on. His mate wanted him as much as he wanted her. When he felt the spot inside her again that made her scream, she growled. His little mate actually growled at him. His pixie was getting impatient. “I am doing something, sweetheart. I’m looking at you all pink and shiny. For me. But you didn’t ask for what you wanted. What do you want Autumn?”
    Autumn’s hands clutched the soft comforter by her head. “Take me, Gunner. Please take me,” she whispered back.
    Instead, of his hard length pressing inside her, she felt the sharp slap of his fingers on the wet opening of her pussy. “Gunner!”
    Again and again he rained blows down over the sensitive flesh, spreading her legs even wider so his slaps would be sharper. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
    “Fuck me, Gunner. Fuck me hard,” she screamed.
    He continued to hold her legs open and spank her pussy. Then he was thrusting his fingers into her sopping channel. He dug his fingers into her, rolling them to coat them all the way past his knuckles before pulling them out. He switched his attention to the tight bud of her anus, rubbing the moisture around the brown star before gently sliding a finger inside her.
    “Gunner,” she whimpered at the invasion.
    “Sssh, let me make you feel good.” He crouched down to lick along her slit, his tongue circling her clit from behind. He drew her inner lips between his teeth and sucked them hard while he pushed his fingers in and out, opening her to him. He twisted inside her, loosening the tight ring of muscle, then drove another finger inside and fluttered them, back and forth until she was moaning and gasping for breath. He wanted to