Twin Alphas: Claimed (A BBW Werewolf Romance) by Georgette St. Clair Page B
Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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the warmth of his mouth, sending a bolt of lust directly to Amelia’s pussy. She mewled.
Suddenly she realized she didn’t feel any of the self-conscious awkwardness she’d come to
think of as part of sex. With these men, between these men, hearing the hoarse approval and need in their voices, feeling the way their bodies responded to her, she felt nothing but desired.
She caught her breath as she felt Holt’s erect cock pressed against the ample swell of her ass, as Clayton stepped in, crowding her with his hard body.
Suddenly feeling wanton and abandoned, she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing her full breasts to press against his chest. He pushed his hips against her, letting her feel the impressive size of his erection, and she moaned. As her lips parted, he lowered his head and kissed
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her pussy. Her panties were
drenched and her nipples were pebbled against Clayton’s chest, tingling and needy. Clayton ran his palms up between their bodies, stroking the soft flesh of her belly then squeezing her breasts and groaning into her mouth as their yielding roundness filled his big hands.
Holt ground against her buttocks, grasping her full hips and moving against her in a dance of desire as the heat of his breath washed over the sensitive curve between her throat and her shoulder.
She was surrounded by their scent, musky and animal. Their quick, excited breathing echoed in her ears and every graze, every touch, every whisper and sensation seemed amplified by the fact that she couldn’t see the beautiful men who were worshipping her body.
When they led her over to the bearskin rug and helped her to lie down, she luxuriated in the feel of the thick, silky fur against her buttocks. She ran her fingers into the dense pile, then jumped as she heard the pop of a Champagne cork.
Someone knelt behind her, settling her ass between his spread thighs and pulling her back to rest against him. Even with her eyes closed, she knew from the sure confidence of his touch that it was Clayton, and she gloried in his strength as he ran his hands over her breasts, stroking and soothing, then plucking at her nipples to make them stand to attention before moving his fingers in hypnotic circles and spirals again.
She felt Holt’s hands on her thighs, gently guiding them open, and couldn’t help moving to cover herself with her hands as she realized he would be able to see the slick pinkness of her pussy, the glistening moisture of her excitement. But Holt caught her hands and placed them firmly at her sides, where she twisted her fingers into the dense fur of the rug again.
Clayton’s hands left her...then she squealed as a splash of cold liquid hit her skin, trickling
between her breasts and pooling in the deep hollow of her navel. The heady smell of Champagne hit her nostrils and she could feel the tiny bubbles tickling against her skin and fizzing in her belly button. All thoughts of self-consciousness gone, she giggled and writhed, and heard twin chuckles of amusement and appreciation in reply. Then her laughter and her breath were stolen when Holt moved up her body and began to lap the stickiness from her sternum. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as he took her nipple between his teeth and teased it, first gently and then with a playful nip that made her arch toward him. For mindless moments she was lost.
Behind her Clayton growled playfully and pulled her back against him again. She realized he’d taken advantage of her distraction to strip when she felt the heavy length of his cock pressing against her spine, and her head swam with the idea that a man like him wanted her so badly – that men like these wanted her. Unable to resist, she lifted one hand to push the blindfold away from her eyes and watched as Holt moved down her body to drink the Champagne from her belly button. He swirled his tongue into the sensitive hollow and Amelia arched toward
Suddenly she realized she didn’t feel any of the self-conscious awkwardness she’d come to
think of as part of sex. With these men, between these men, hearing the hoarse approval and need in their voices, feeling the way their bodies responded to her, she felt nothing but desired.
She caught her breath as she felt Holt’s erect cock pressed against the ample swell of her ass, as Clayton stepped in, crowding her with his hard body.
Suddenly feeling wanton and abandoned, she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing her full breasts to press against his chest. He pushed his hips against her, letting her feel the impressive size of his erection, and she moaned. As her lips parted, he lowered his head and kissed
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her pussy. Her panties were
drenched and her nipples were pebbled against Clayton’s chest, tingling and needy. Clayton ran his palms up between their bodies, stroking the soft flesh of her belly then squeezing her breasts and groaning into her mouth as their yielding roundness filled his big hands.
Holt ground against her buttocks, grasping her full hips and moving against her in a dance of desire as the heat of his breath washed over the sensitive curve between her throat and her shoulder.
She was surrounded by their scent, musky and animal. Their quick, excited breathing echoed in her ears and every graze, every touch, every whisper and sensation seemed amplified by the fact that she couldn’t see the beautiful men who were worshipping her body.
When they led her over to the bearskin rug and helped her to lie down, she luxuriated in the feel of the thick, silky fur against her buttocks. She ran her fingers into the dense pile, then jumped as she heard the pop of a Champagne cork.
Someone knelt behind her, settling her ass between his spread thighs and pulling her back to rest against him. Even with her eyes closed, she knew from the sure confidence of his touch that it was Clayton, and she gloried in his strength as he ran his hands over her breasts, stroking and soothing, then plucking at her nipples to make them stand to attention before moving his fingers in hypnotic circles and spirals again.
She felt Holt’s hands on her thighs, gently guiding them open, and couldn’t help moving to cover herself with her hands as she realized he would be able to see the slick pinkness of her pussy, the glistening moisture of her excitement. But Holt caught her hands and placed them firmly at her sides, where she twisted her fingers into the dense fur of the rug again.
Clayton’s hands left her...then she squealed as a splash of cold liquid hit her skin, trickling
between her breasts and pooling in the deep hollow of her navel. The heady smell of Champagne hit her nostrils and she could feel the tiny bubbles tickling against her skin and fizzing in her belly button. All thoughts of self-consciousness gone, she giggled and writhed, and heard twin chuckles of amusement and appreciation in reply. Then her laughter and her breath were stolen when Holt moved up her body and began to lap the stickiness from her sternum. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as he took her nipple between his teeth and teased it, first gently and then with a playful nip that made her arch toward him. For mindless moments she was lost.
Behind her Clayton growled playfully and pulled her back against him again. She realized he’d taken advantage of her distraction to strip when she felt the heavy length of his cock pressing against her spine, and her head swam with the idea that a man like him wanted her so badly – that men like these wanted her. Unable to resist, she lifted one hand to push the blindfold away from her eyes and watched as Holt moved down her body to drink the Champagne from her belly button. He swirled his tongue into the sensitive hollow and Amelia arched toward
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