Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) by Cassie Wright Page A

his length into my mouth. There's no end to him, and when his head hits the back of my throat there's still enough room for my hand to wrap around his base and work his shaft. I massage his balls as I slowly work him, tease him, sucking and licking, pulling him out to kiss down the length of his cock, then pressing it against him so that I can swipe my tongue all the way from the base to the tip, watching his face as I do. His jaw is tensed, his eyes almost closed, the light of the single naked bulb causing the stubble on his jaw to glow red. His whole body is tensed, his muscles coiled, restraint fighting his need for release.
    I love it, and suck him harder, working him, letting loose, thrilling as I hear him groan. I reach around to cup his perfect ass with one hand, pulling him closer, and fight to take all of him into me, pushing my lips closer and closer to the thatch of wiry hair around the base of his cock. My lips stretch out wide as he slides in, and I squeeze his ass as he fills me like nothing ever has.
    "Holy fucking Christ," he groans, body straining. "You are so fucking hot. Like that. Fuck. Just like that."
    I pull back with a gasp and a grin, and then pump him, moving my fist up and down his length, till suddenly he interrupts me and pushes me back on the bed. "Not yet," he says. "I want to save myself for your sweet pussy." He unbuttons my pants and I help him slide them over my broad hips and legs. He tosses them aside and parts my large thighs, kneeling down so that his face comes level with my cunt. "God. I've been smelling this sweetness for too long now." My panties are wet from my desire, translucent almost, and I expect him to tear them off only to feel him gently part my thighs wider, as wide as they go till I'm completely open before him. Most guys won't go down on me, complaining that it's too much work, cutting right to the chase, but Blake seems determined to enjoy every moment of the experience.
    And I'm more than happy to let him. Resting my head back, I feel his lips work along my inner thighs, his strong arms wrapping around them, holding me open. I can't help but raise my hips off the bed, wanting to bring my clit closer to his face, but I hear him laugh quietly beneath his breath. "Patience, Rach. We've got all night."
    All night? I nearly faint from the thought.
    He gets closer, nibbling and kissing, his stubble faintly scratchy, his lips soft, his touch fiery. I toss my head from one side to the other. I want him, I need his touch on my wet slit, I need release. This build-up is too much. But when he finally gets close to my lips, he passes right over my pussy to my other thigh. I groan in desperation and feel him smile. The fabric of my panties suddenly parts, sliced away, and I feel the cool air of the cabin against my lips.
    "You're perfect," I hear him whisper. "I'm going to own this pussy. Drink you deep. You're mine."
    I reach down to run my fingers into his hair again, and when he flicks his tongue like the touch of a lash on my slit I whimper.
    "Harder," I say. "Please, Blake. I need you. Now."
    Then my whole body goes rigid as he licks me from ass to clit, his tongue broad, conquering me, tasting me, a swipe of ownership that is rough and perfect and overwhelming. I strain, hips coming right off the bed, fighting the urge to squeeze his head with my thighs. Again he licks me, the tip of his tongue grazing my clit, and my whole body jerks from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Down, tongue tip slipping between my lips and into my creamy wetness. I hear him growl with pleasure, and the vibration right against my clit is too much. His tongue explores me, my folds and depths, tasting, savoring, lapping and licking. I've never been taken like this. If I felt feverish before, I'm positively delirious now. My head tosses from one side to the other, my hands leaving his head for my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. I'm moaning uncontrollably now, writhing under his tongue,