SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) by Fiona Knightingale Page B
Authors: Fiona Knightingale
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Her body radiated heat and cold, she felt flush and struggled for breath. She never imagined something could feel so intense or that someone would focus so much attention on such a tiny part of her. She felt the tremors in her belly, stronger than anything she had had before. Her thighs parted further, silently begging him for more. He pressed harder and circled faster, watching her stomach flutter faster.
She felt every muscle in her body go rigid for a moment and then she screamed. Her hands pulled his face against her and she fought to stay conscious as the waves washed through to her fingers and toes.
When she fell back against the couch panting, he raised himself up to grin at her.
“Inside me…” she whispered.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the other room to lay her down on the bed.
Through hazy eyes, she watched as he removed his own clothes. His chest was as firm as it had always been and she reached out to run her fingers down the rippled ab muscles. Her eyes widened as he slid off his shorts and boxers. His large swollen cock bobbed into view and she wondered if it would fit inside her. She was not inexperienced but she had never seen anyone quite that large in person.
He knelt over her on the bed and she ran her hands up his length.
He groaned deep in his throat, “Better not do too much of that…”
“I want to touch and feel and taste and everything. I want all of it at the same time.”
He chuckled, “Might have to be patient, little one.”
She pouted and wrapped her hand around his girth, stroking it softly.
“Dammit, you gotta stop…”
She wriggled on the bed until she was lying in front of him. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside, never breaking eye contact.
He twisted at the waist to pull away. “Lay back down,” he growled.
She flipped back around and spread her legs for him. He gripped her hips hard and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slippery opening. They groaned in unison as he slowly slid himself inside.
“Slowly,” she gasped.
He inched his way in, desperately trying to control himself as he felt her warm velvet walls close around his cock. When he felt his pelvis hit hers, he paused to give her a moment to accommodate him and to give himself a moment to hold back. He slid out and back in, her hips rising up to meet his.
“Fuck…” she breathed. “You’re huge…”
He grinned. She was not just stroking his ego, she truly meant it.
“Faster, Clint, faster” she urged.
He did not need to be told twice and he picked up the pace of his stroking. They fell into their rhythm, and he knew that her tight little pussy was not going to give him much leeway in his self-control.
“Ashley, I’m not going to…”
“No, wait Clint, not yet, please not yet, don’t stop…”
His voice was hoarse with desire, “Either I stop or I finish…”
She could feel the next climax building inside her with every stroke. His thick cock stroking places inside her that had never been touched. Closer and closer with every thrust, she just needed a few more before he lost his load.
“Faster. Harder.” she gasped out each word. “Fuck. Me.”
He grabbed her hips to hold her still and he pounded her with everything he had left. He grunted loudly as she whimpered.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes, inside me, with me…”
She yelled as the wave burst through her and over her and around her. He thrust one more time into her and held her in place by the hips. It was months of torment and desire and need and lust pouring into her body and she took every drop.
He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside and against her.
“Goddammit.”
She grinned next to his ear. “Ditto.”
“I gotta have more.”
“Well give me a minute here, big boy.”
“I’m just getting started.” He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned back
Her body radiated heat and cold, she felt flush and struggled for breath. She never imagined something could feel so intense or that someone would focus so much attention on such a tiny part of her. She felt the tremors in her belly, stronger than anything she had had before. Her thighs parted further, silently begging him for more. He pressed harder and circled faster, watching her stomach flutter faster.
She felt every muscle in her body go rigid for a moment and then she screamed. Her hands pulled his face against her and she fought to stay conscious as the waves washed through to her fingers and toes.
When she fell back against the couch panting, he raised himself up to grin at her.
“Inside me…” she whispered.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the other room to lay her down on the bed.
Through hazy eyes, she watched as he removed his own clothes. His chest was as firm as it had always been and she reached out to run her fingers down the rippled ab muscles. Her eyes widened as he slid off his shorts and boxers. His large swollen cock bobbed into view and she wondered if it would fit inside her. She was not inexperienced but she had never seen anyone quite that large in person.
He knelt over her on the bed and she ran her hands up his length.
He groaned deep in his throat, “Better not do too much of that…”
“I want to touch and feel and taste and everything. I want all of it at the same time.”
He chuckled, “Might have to be patient, little one.”
She pouted and wrapped her hand around his girth, stroking it softly.
“Dammit, you gotta stop…”
She wriggled on the bed until she was lying in front of him. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside, never breaking eye contact.
He twisted at the waist to pull away. “Lay back down,” he growled.
She flipped back around and spread her legs for him. He gripped her hips hard and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slippery opening. They groaned in unison as he slowly slid himself inside.
“Slowly,” she gasped.
He inched his way in, desperately trying to control himself as he felt her warm velvet walls close around his cock. When he felt his pelvis hit hers, he paused to give her a moment to accommodate him and to give himself a moment to hold back. He slid out and back in, her hips rising up to meet his.
“Fuck…” she breathed. “You’re huge…”
He grinned. She was not just stroking his ego, she truly meant it.
“Faster, Clint, faster” she urged.
He did not need to be told twice and he picked up the pace of his stroking. They fell into their rhythm, and he knew that her tight little pussy was not going to give him much leeway in his self-control.
“Ashley, I’m not going to…”
“No, wait Clint, not yet, please not yet, don’t stop…”
His voice was hoarse with desire, “Either I stop or I finish…”
She could feel the next climax building inside her with every stroke. His thick cock stroking places inside her that had never been touched. Closer and closer with every thrust, she just needed a few more before he lost his load.
“Faster. Harder.” she gasped out each word. “Fuck. Me.”
He grabbed her hips to hold her still and he pounded her with everything he had left. He grunted loudly as she whimpered.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes, inside me, with me…”
She yelled as the wave burst through her and over her and around her. He thrust one more time into her and held her in place by the hips. It was months of torment and desire and need and lust pouring into her body and she took every drop.
He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside and against her.
“Goddammit.”
She grinned next to his ear. “Ditto.”
“I gotta have more.”
“Well give me a minute here, big boy.”
“I’m just getting started.” He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned back
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