Rock Hard And Wet (BBW Paranormal Romance) (Nymphs Of New York) by Jennifer James

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her salt water recovered from orgasm in a jiff. No way a male would be fucking
some rag doll of a female, unable to participate in the fun.
    The steel-hard head of his cock probed
her pussy and she grasped him, pumped him from base to tip. A drop of pre-cum
oozed from the slit, and she smeared it over the head with her thumb. The
muscles in his arms trembled on either side of her face.
    “Hang on. I don’t want to come yet.”
Deep lines creased his forehead as he held himself poised at her entrance.
    “Are you that close?” She cupped his
balls and rolled them in her palm.
    He stilled her hand. “Yes.”
    “Lie down.” She shoved at his shoulder
until he dropped to the bed. “Do you want me to suck your cock, or should I
just ride you?”
    He groaned. “Ride me.”
    The words weren’t even out of his mouth
before she straddled him and poised herself above his dick. As she lowered
herself onto him, they both gasped, the friction almost too much. Callie
started slow, enjoying the stretch and tug as her muscles accommodated him and
the half broken words he uttered. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and rolling
her nipples while he watched. The shock of pain and pleasure spread. Her inner
walls rippled around his thick cock, and she reveled in the torture of altering
the pace. She wanted to ride him forever.
    He dug his fingers into her hips, raising
and lowering her over his shaft, bucking his hips into her as she came down.
    “God, you feel good.” She slipped her
fingers into his mouth and he bit them, laving them with his tongue. He
released the digits and she used them on her clit.
    The thrusts hit her harder, faster,
until he rolled them over in one quick move that tangled her legs in the sheets
and he slid out of her pussy.
    “Damn it. Stupid useless things.” Theo
ripped the covers, removing them from her legs, and she did her best to
suppress her laughter. He chuckled too, and gathered her close for a kiss. She
skimmed her hands over his lower back and he held her left breast in one
massive palm. The heat of his mouth and tongue on her aching flesh sent flares
of pleasure through her to pool in her belly. He retreated and propped her legs
over his arms. When he thrust into her, she closed her eyes. The angle changed
with the new position, and her muscles clamped around his dick as he shoved his
way inside.
    “Ah…damn.” Sheathed all the way, he
stopped and held still for a moment.
    She’d die if he didn’t move. “Please
fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”
    “Callie—” He licked his lips, opened his
mouth to speak, and stopped.
    “What?” The pressure of his cock filling
her burned, fed a hunger she didn’t think would ever be sated. A hunger for
him.
    Oh crap.
    He stared at her, their bodies joined
together, grey streaks swirling across his irises, and a bone deep grief
evident in the lines of his face. “Nothing.”
    He canted back and plunged in and out
with a roll to his hips that stimulated her clit with his pelvic bone.
    This time when orgasm took her, she
thought she’d surely pass out. Nymph or not.
    He paused, hips molded to her body, and
his cum shot into her.
    Their heaving chests collided, the hard
planes of his muscles and her soft breasts a counterpoint to each other. She
ran her fingers through his hair. He turned his face to kiss her palm. The low
light caught on the shiny, white scar tissue dotting his features. Instead of
detracting from the bold, masculine beauty, the imperfections enhanced them.
    He rolled to the side and gathered her
to his chest. She allowed herself the luxury of snuggling into his warmth and
dipped her nose to the blanket he tugged up and over them.
    “You ripped the crap out of them.” She nuzzled
into his pectoral muscle and licked his nipple out of sheer naughtiness.
    He shied away. “They pissed me off.” He
did a half sit up and rummaged around until she was mostly covered, then lay
back down.
    “I guess so.” A yawn stretched her
mouth.