Den and Breakfast: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Honeycomb Falls Book 1) by Cassie Wright Page B
Authors: Cassie Wright
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helpless, at his mercy.
His tongue pushes deep into me and I cry out. Deep into my canal, and my pussy clenches around it, wanting him, needing him to go deeper, to fill me up. Out and up to my clit, which he circles and teases, building my fire to an inferno. I'm gasping, the ceiling of the shed out of focus. On the hotness scale of 1 to 10 this has broken right through to ten trillion.
"Blake, stop, stop, you're ruining me." I don't even know what I'm saying. "Don't. You're ruining sex. Nothing will ever be this good again."
He laughs deep in his chest and steps up between my thighs. Oh god. The moment is here. I blink and look down, his sculpted body positioned right over me, his cock grasped in one hand, the head resting right above my lips. His eyes teasing, tormenting. "You ready to be fucked?"
Oh, those words. "Yes. Yes yes yes, a thousand times over."
And he slides into me. Thank god that I'm wetter than the ocean, because otherwise I don't think I'd be able to take his girth. His full manhood, which sinks in one smooth push to the hilt, all the way in. My whole body goes stiff, my mouth open, but I can't breathe, I can't think. He's stretching me to my limit, almost to the point of pain, but it's heaven, it's ecstasy. I strain, unable to cry out, to let loose the scream that's trapped in my throat. How can any one man be this perfect? He grunts as he pushes deep into me, his hips meeting mine, and then slowly he pulls free, the ridge around his cock head leaving a trail of shivering, wild ecstasy in its wake.
Then he pistons back into me, firm, confident, picking up speed, all the way in, then out. I can breathe again, but not really - all I can do is gasp, straining for breath, to try to ride this wave that is threatening to sweep me away into oblivion. Blake is moving above me, his gorgeous mountain-man body covered with a sheen of sweat as he fucks me, his massive cock obliterating any concept I'd ever held of what sex could be. This is on a whole new level. All I can do is turn my head from side to side, whimpering and crying out, my whole body shaking as he slams into me, over and over and over again.
"Fuck," he gasps. "You're perfect. This body. So good. Tight. Oh Rachel, where have you been all my life?"
I want to answer, say something sassy, something, anything, but I can't think. Can't formulate basic words. Blake slides his arms under my knees and lifts me so that my hips leave the bed, leaning back on his heels as he continues to fuck me, the angle such now that he's sliding up and along my g-spot.
I'm sorry. There is no way any one mortal human woman can handle this kind of fucking.
I come, my scream echoing within the shed, but the orgasm keeps building. Like a tidal wave, it mounts, and mounts, and when it finally does crash it sweeps away all civilization, all conscious thought. And Blake's still fucking me, taking my orgasm to a level I've never experienced before. It rolls on and on, wringing my body like a wet cloth. Then I hear Blake roar, his whole body tensing, my body lifted so high I'm only resting on my shoulders, and his searing hot come jets into my depths, his rigid cock throbbing as my pussy clenches him tight.
The moment seems to last forever, and then Blake relaxes, and we fall back onto the bed. I hold him tight, his body searing hot. My stomach is trembling with the aftershocks. He slides his cock out, and I almost gasp at the loss.
"Oh. My. God." It's the best I can do.
He grins, his eyes bright. "You are so fucking sexy. I don't think I can wait."
"Wait?" A flutter of panic passes through me. "For what?"
"To take you again." He pushes himself up.
"Again?" My voice is weak with disbelief.
His grin is pure wolf. "What part of 'all night' didn't you hear?"
I'm still catching my breath. This can't be happening. This can't be real. But as Blake leans his head down to kiss me, I realize, oh yes. Yes, it really is real. And my night's just getting started.
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His tongue pushes deep into me and I cry out. Deep into my canal, and my pussy clenches around it, wanting him, needing him to go deeper, to fill me up. Out and up to my clit, which he circles and teases, building my fire to an inferno. I'm gasping, the ceiling of the shed out of focus. On the hotness scale of 1 to 10 this has broken right through to ten trillion.
"Blake, stop, stop, you're ruining me." I don't even know what I'm saying. "Don't. You're ruining sex. Nothing will ever be this good again."
He laughs deep in his chest and steps up between my thighs. Oh god. The moment is here. I blink and look down, his sculpted body positioned right over me, his cock grasped in one hand, the head resting right above my lips. His eyes teasing, tormenting. "You ready to be fucked?"
Oh, those words. "Yes. Yes yes yes, a thousand times over."
And he slides into me. Thank god that I'm wetter than the ocean, because otherwise I don't think I'd be able to take his girth. His full manhood, which sinks in one smooth push to the hilt, all the way in. My whole body goes stiff, my mouth open, but I can't breathe, I can't think. He's stretching me to my limit, almost to the point of pain, but it's heaven, it's ecstasy. I strain, unable to cry out, to let loose the scream that's trapped in my throat. How can any one man be this perfect? He grunts as he pushes deep into me, his hips meeting mine, and then slowly he pulls free, the ridge around his cock head leaving a trail of shivering, wild ecstasy in its wake.
Then he pistons back into me, firm, confident, picking up speed, all the way in, then out. I can breathe again, but not really - all I can do is gasp, straining for breath, to try to ride this wave that is threatening to sweep me away into oblivion. Blake is moving above me, his gorgeous mountain-man body covered with a sheen of sweat as he fucks me, his massive cock obliterating any concept I'd ever held of what sex could be. This is on a whole new level. All I can do is turn my head from side to side, whimpering and crying out, my whole body shaking as he slams into me, over and over and over again.
"Fuck," he gasps. "You're perfect. This body. So good. Tight. Oh Rachel, where have you been all my life?"
I want to answer, say something sassy, something, anything, but I can't think. Can't formulate basic words. Blake slides his arms under my knees and lifts me so that my hips leave the bed, leaning back on his heels as he continues to fuck me, the angle such now that he's sliding up and along my g-spot.
I'm sorry. There is no way any one mortal human woman can handle this kind of fucking.
I come, my scream echoing within the shed, but the orgasm keeps building. Like a tidal wave, it mounts, and mounts, and when it finally does crash it sweeps away all civilization, all conscious thought. And Blake's still fucking me, taking my orgasm to a level I've never experienced before. It rolls on and on, wringing my body like a wet cloth. Then I hear Blake roar, his whole body tensing, my body lifted so high I'm only resting on my shoulders, and his searing hot come jets into my depths, his rigid cock throbbing as my pussy clenches him tight.
The moment seems to last forever, and then Blake relaxes, and we fall back onto the bed. I hold him tight, his body searing hot. My stomach is trembling with the aftershocks. He slides his cock out, and I almost gasp at the loss.
"Oh. My. God." It's the best I can do.
He grins, his eyes bright. "You are so fucking sexy. I don't think I can wait."
"Wait?" A flutter of panic passes through me. "For what?"
"To take you again." He pushes himself up.
"Again?" My voice is weak with disbelief.
His grin is pure wolf. "What part of 'all night' didn't you hear?"
I'm still catching my breath. This can't be happening. This can't be real. But as Blake leans his head down to kiss me, I realize, oh yes. Yes, it really is real. And my night's just getting started.
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