BBW Shifter Bundle (BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Becca Fanning
Authors: Becca Fanning
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cock stirred, pulsing to life. He gave a little growl as I bit his lower lip and held it between my teeth. When I relented, his tongue burst through my parted lips, sweeping across my tongue. I felt the heat of his breath pour out of his nose against my cheek.
I broke off our kiss. “This is a terrible idea.” I began unbuckling my leather coat. Brass scales ran down the length, like a dragon’s belly.
“Oh, is it?” he said, his hands unfastening my belt. “Should I not pull you down in the sand and ram you with my cock?” His prick stood at attention, ready and eager to find my cave.
“Shut up, stupid man,” I said, finally free of my leather coat. It fell to the ground noisily, but I didn’t care. I slapped his clumsy fingers away from my belt and undid it myself.
His hands went to my breasts, pawing them through the thin shirt. My nipples were already sore from being trapped in my coat. Each time he brushed against them they ached with need.
My pants came off, and we stood in front of each other like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I let my eyes take in his whole body, greedily, without pretense. I would soon make this man mine, and I wanted to enjoy him with my eyes first.
I lay back on the palm fronds, my legs falling open, inviting him. The soft sand shifted under my bed, forming to my body. I watched him, backlit by the moon overhead. Blue light illuminated everything in the glade. The wind blew lightly, rustling the palm leaves high up in the trees.
Fentin looked down at me, his nostrils flaring. His hand went to his prick, stroking his long shaft. I could see a pearl of pre-cum glisten at the tip, his need to be inside me evident. With every beat of his heart, hit cock strained, like a wild dog on a leash. He, too, was relishing the moment, taking in the spectacle of a willing woman, lustful and wanton on her back.
Incredibly fast, he fell upon me. His mouth began biting my neck. These were not the soft cloying bites of a nervous lover. He wanted to feel my throat in his mouth. He wanted to dominate his submissive prey. His finger entered my sodden depths, finding my cave well greased.
I arched my back in pure delight. It was such a relief to let go, to release the fear and the responsibility. It’d been a long time since I’d taken a man to my bed, but it’d been long years since I’d taken a lover. The way this man held me, controlled me, it was like he knew me!
“Don’t stop!” I said, panting as the tingles got greater.
He mumbled something against my neck, his cock straining against my hip. It wiped a smear of white seed against my skin. He dipped a second finger into me, his fingering as steady as a good rowing rhythm.
My pleasure blew over me in a warm wave. I came, bucking my hips against his hand like a bitch in heat. I lifted my ass off the bedding, needing more of him. Needing all of him. I would not be denied.
I grabbed his throbbing manhood, his lengthy butcher’s meat. This was a weapon of real power. The power to create. I pushed him and he fell down onto his back next to me. He made to get up, but I brought my mouth down on his cock. My lips strained to fit his girth, my tongue pressed flat.
His sweaty musk mixed with his salty seed, creating an intoxicating potion in my mouth. I didn’t know if this was some devil’s trickery, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want this night to end. My hand touched myself, increasing my pleasure as I bobbed my mouth on his rod.
He looked down at me, his mouth open, trying to take the pleasure in stride. Little grunts and moans escaped his lips when I forced his cock against the back of my throat. He threw his head back when I released his cock and began to lick his balls.
I took each big stone in my mouth, gently sucking on each through his hairy sack. Like eggs in a silken sock, I massaged them with my hand. Their weight and heft indicated that they were full of his seed. I looked up at him greedily.
His
I broke off our kiss. “This is a terrible idea.” I began unbuckling my leather coat. Brass scales ran down the length, like a dragon’s belly.
“Oh, is it?” he said, his hands unfastening my belt. “Should I not pull you down in the sand and ram you with my cock?” His prick stood at attention, ready and eager to find my cave.
“Shut up, stupid man,” I said, finally free of my leather coat. It fell to the ground noisily, but I didn’t care. I slapped his clumsy fingers away from my belt and undid it myself.
His hands went to my breasts, pawing them through the thin shirt. My nipples were already sore from being trapped in my coat. Each time he brushed against them they ached with need.
My pants came off, and we stood in front of each other like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I let my eyes take in his whole body, greedily, without pretense. I would soon make this man mine, and I wanted to enjoy him with my eyes first.
I lay back on the palm fronds, my legs falling open, inviting him. The soft sand shifted under my bed, forming to my body. I watched him, backlit by the moon overhead. Blue light illuminated everything in the glade. The wind blew lightly, rustling the palm leaves high up in the trees.
Fentin looked down at me, his nostrils flaring. His hand went to his prick, stroking his long shaft. I could see a pearl of pre-cum glisten at the tip, his need to be inside me evident. With every beat of his heart, hit cock strained, like a wild dog on a leash. He, too, was relishing the moment, taking in the spectacle of a willing woman, lustful and wanton on her back.
Incredibly fast, he fell upon me. His mouth began biting my neck. These were not the soft cloying bites of a nervous lover. He wanted to feel my throat in his mouth. He wanted to dominate his submissive prey. His finger entered my sodden depths, finding my cave well greased.
I arched my back in pure delight. It was such a relief to let go, to release the fear and the responsibility. It’d been a long time since I’d taken a man to my bed, but it’d been long years since I’d taken a lover. The way this man held me, controlled me, it was like he knew me!
“Don’t stop!” I said, panting as the tingles got greater.
He mumbled something against my neck, his cock straining against my hip. It wiped a smear of white seed against my skin. He dipped a second finger into me, his fingering as steady as a good rowing rhythm.
My pleasure blew over me in a warm wave. I came, bucking my hips against his hand like a bitch in heat. I lifted my ass off the bedding, needing more of him. Needing all of him. I would not be denied.
I grabbed his throbbing manhood, his lengthy butcher’s meat. This was a weapon of real power. The power to create. I pushed him and he fell down onto his back next to me. He made to get up, but I brought my mouth down on his cock. My lips strained to fit his girth, my tongue pressed flat.
His sweaty musk mixed with his salty seed, creating an intoxicating potion in my mouth. I didn’t know if this was some devil’s trickery, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want this night to end. My hand touched myself, increasing my pleasure as I bobbed my mouth on his rod.
He looked down at me, his mouth open, trying to take the pleasure in stride. Little grunts and moans escaped his lips when I forced his cock against the back of my throat. He threw his head back when I released his cock and began to lick his balls.
I took each big stone in my mouth, gently sucking on each through his hairy sack. Like eggs in a silken sock, I massaged them with my hand. Their weight and heft indicated that they were full of his seed. I looked up at him greedily.
His
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