Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) by Cassie Wright
Authors: Cassie Wright
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and long. He hooks the top of my shirt and slices it right down the center, the fabric giving easily before its sharp edge. I couldn't care less about the shirt, and the reminder of whom I'm with - a dangerous shifter, a werewolf, a man who is more beast than human - pushes me over the edge.
"You're beautiful," he says, admiring my body, eyes filled with a lust that I've never seen before in the eyes of a man. Oh god, what have I been doing all my life, wasting my time with guys who act like I should thank them for being fucked? Wasting my nights with men who think that just because I'm curvy I'm grateful for any attention I get, and just take take take? This is what I've needed all my life, this connection like a live wire, this super-charged atmosphere of erotic desire. For the first time I don't have even a moment's care for my soft tummy, and when I unclasp my bra and slip it off, his growl of appreciation sends shivers from my head to my toes. Oh yes.
He bends his shaggy head down to my nipples and licks one and then the other, cupping my breasts with both hands. The sensation of his tongue dancing from one nipple to the other, circling my aching nub and then his lips sucking it in causes me to arch my back. My pussy clenches, and I feel a fiery ache blossoming within me, his tantalizing dance across my nipples driving me insane. He squeezes my full breasts, pushing the nipples together so that he can lick them both at once, and then nips one with his teeth in a way that sends a flash of pleasure into my core. I can feel my pussy cream, my arousal beyond all measure.
"You are one fucking sexy woman, Rach." His voice is rough, and I can hear his slipping self-control. "So lush. So ripe. So perfect for fucking."
I smile and close my eyes, wriggling beneath him, arching my back as he leans back down to tease my nipples, squeezing my breasts, licking the valley between them then suddenly moving up to kiss my lips, his tongue urgent, his ripped body pressed fully against my own, his skin searing against mine. Rach . How did the nickname come so easily to him? Is this real? Is this even happening? Am I about to get fucked by a rough and gorgeous werebeast?
His rock-hard cock promises that I am. Fucked raw. I lower my hands to his jeans and touch his cock where it emerges from his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his head, feeling the dampness of pre-cum on the tip. I slide one hand inside his jeans, marveling at his size, how long and thick he is. He growls playfully and shifts, pushing himself up onto his knees. I rise to my elbows and watch as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them. His cock springs free, and my eyes go wide. It's perfect. I'm a big girl, and god damn it I like big cocks. A cock that will stretch me and fill me just right. His promises to do just that. Sitting back on his heels, he grasps it by the base, his face dangerous, eyes gleaming gold. I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly strokes his cock, completely unabashed.
My heart has gone from racing at a million miles an hour to stopping altogether. I can't breathe. I've never wanted anybody this bad. Never wanted to be fucked as if my very life depends on it. I lick my lips, and when he stands to shuck off his jeans altogether I don't hesitate, rising up and swinging my legs over the edge of his bed to take his cock in one hand, his balls in the other.
I rub my thumb over the slit in his head, lubricating his skin. It feels like holding a massive rod of steel rebar. Ridged and powerful and as hard as granite. I look up at him, loving the mixture of need and hunger writ large on his handsome face, the feral impatience matched by his human mastery of himself. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Blake?" I make my voice innocent, my eyes wide.
"Like nothing else in this world," he growls.
I smile and lean forward, taking his head into my mouth. His hands are in my hair, and I hear him groan as I undulate my tongue beneath his head, working more and more of
"You're beautiful," he says, admiring my body, eyes filled with a lust that I've never seen before in the eyes of a man. Oh god, what have I been doing all my life, wasting my time with guys who act like I should thank them for being fucked? Wasting my nights with men who think that just because I'm curvy I'm grateful for any attention I get, and just take take take? This is what I've needed all my life, this connection like a live wire, this super-charged atmosphere of erotic desire. For the first time I don't have even a moment's care for my soft tummy, and when I unclasp my bra and slip it off, his growl of appreciation sends shivers from my head to my toes. Oh yes.
He bends his shaggy head down to my nipples and licks one and then the other, cupping my breasts with both hands. The sensation of his tongue dancing from one nipple to the other, circling my aching nub and then his lips sucking it in causes me to arch my back. My pussy clenches, and I feel a fiery ache blossoming within me, his tantalizing dance across my nipples driving me insane. He squeezes my full breasts, pushing the nipples together so that he can lick them both at once, and then nips one with his teeth in a way that sends a flash of pleasure into my core. I can feel my pussy cream, my arousal beyond all measure.
"You are one fucking sexy woman, Rach." His voice is rough, and I can hear his slipping self-control. "So lush. So ripe. So perfect for fucking."
I smile and close my eyes, wriggling beneath him, arching my back as he leans back down to tease my nipples, squeezing my breasts, licking the valley between them then suddenly moving up to kiss my lips, his tongue urgent, his ripped body pressed fully against my own, his skin searing against mine. Rach . How did the nickname come so easily to him? Is this real? Is this even happening? Am I about to get fucked by a rough and gorgeous werebeast?
His rock-hard cock promises that I am. Fucked raw. I lower my hands to his jeans and touch his cock where it emerges from his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his head, feeling the dampness of pre-cum on the tip. I slide one hand inside his jeans, marveling at his size, how long and thick he is. He growls playfully and shifts, pushing himself up onto his knees. I rise to my elbows and watch as he unbuttons his jeans and unzips them. His cock springs free, and my eyes go wide. It's perfect. I'm a big girl, and god damn it I like big cocks. A cock that will stretch me and fill me just right. His promises to do just that. Sitting back on his heels, he grasps it by the base, his face dangerous, eyes gleaming gold. I watch, mesmerized, as he slowly strokes his cock, completely unabashed.
My heart has gone from racing at a million miles an hour to stopping altogether. I can't breathe. I've never wanted anybody this bad. Never wanted to be fucked as if my very life depends on it. I lick my lips, and when he stands to shuck off his jeans altogether I don't hesitate, rising up and swinging my legs over the edge of his bed to take his cock in one hand, his balls in the other.
I rub my thumb over the slit in his head, lubricating his skin. It feels like holding a massive rod of steel rebar. Ridged and powerful and as hard as granite. I look up at him, loving the mixture of need and hunger writ large on his handsome face, the feral impatience matched by his human mastery of himself. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Blake?" I make my voice innocent, my eyes wide.
"Like nothing else in this world," he growls.
I smile and lean forward, taking his head into my mouth. His hands are in my hair, and I hear him groan as I undulate my tongue beneath his head, working more and more of
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