Chasing His Bunny by Golden Angel Page A

himself
very, very still inside of her so that she could get used to the
new proportions of her pussy.  Full... she was so very full,
in such a good way, and she could feel every inch of him inside of
her as her muscles rippled around him.  He shuddered on top of
her and that felt good too.
    With an animal growl, his arms
tightened around her and Bethany found herself being lifted in the
air, gravity pulling her even more firmly onto his upright
cock.  She grabbed at his shoulders, squeaking in
surprise. 
    "What are you doing?" 
    Face like a thundercloud, Mr.
I'm-Grumpy-Even-When-I'm-Inside-You started walking towards the
back of the house.  "Your first time is not going to be
on a couch, dammit.  It's going to be on a bed."
    Eyes crossing, Bethany could barely
concentrate on his words.  Walking made him rock, and even
though he was holding her very still and her legs were wrapped
around his waist, his cock was still making very small but very
pleasurable movements inside of her.  With every step, her
clit rubbed against his front and his wiry chest hair rasped over
her sensitive nipples.  Her body was becoming accustomed to
his cock as well; her pussy had slicked his entire length and her
muscles no longer felt so tight and constraining.  
    Instead of responding, she moaned,
which made his cock jerk inside of her, and then she was falling
onto a soft surface.  She was so surprised that her arms
actually let go of his neck and she found herself on a bed, her
butt resting on the edge, with Steele standing between her thighs,
still buried deep inside of her.  
    His black eyes were shiny and hot as
he drank in the sight of her on her back before him, her breasts
and hard, pink nipples pointing up at the ceiling, her sundress
around her waist, and his cock buried to the hilt in her
pussy.  Arching, Bethany thrust her breasts upwards, reveling
in her sexual power as the heat in his eyes flared and he grabbed
onto her hips. 
    "Goddammit, Bethany," he growled as he
pulled out and then thrust back in, not quite gently but definitely
not roughly either.  Bethany's breath caught in her
throat.  Holy hell that felt good.  Even better than the
little movements while he'd been walking.  She swore she could
feel even millimeter of his thick cock as it dragged along her
insides, awakening her sensitive nerve endings, and sending hot
pleasure coursing through her.  "I'm trying to control myself
but you feel... so... fucking... good..."
    He punctuated the last four words with
thrusts that had her writhing and reaching for him.  Both she
and the thing inside of her wanted to touch him, to run her hands
all over his body, and neither was happy that he'd completely taken
over.  Even if it did turn her on to look up and see him
standing over her, looming in a dominant manner that made her arch
again, showing him her neck.  She didn't even know why she did
it - it just felt right.
    Steele's eyes flashed amber and
Bethany shuddered around his cock as she realized she'd just gotten
the first glimpse of his wolf.  That told her how close he
really was to losing control, how much she aroused him, and how
much power she really had, even if he was the one running the
show.  Wickedly, she licked her lips, lifting her hands to her
breasts to squeeze the soft mounds and pinch her nipples again,
while she stared him directly in the eye.  She felt
simultaneously brazen and vulnerable as she did so, and she was
immediately rewarded as the amber in his eyes bled through their
usual dark color, his fingers tightening around her hips as he
started thrusting... so hard... so fast... so deep.
    Pleasure rose as she pinched her
nipples, rolling them through her fingers while he rode her, his
groin rubbing against her clit and pussy lips with every thrust,
his fingers digging into her soft flesh... he leaned over her and
his tongue flicked out to lick the exposed tip of her right
nipple.  Driving into her, the growling noises that Steele