Tags:
paranormal romance,
Werewolves,
shifters,
BBW,
shapeshifters,
PNR,
werebear,
secret baby,
bear,
anya nowlan,
t.s. joyce,
terry bolryder,
arianna hawkes,
zoe chant,
roxie noir,
moxie north
fabric in all of its impressive hardness. She reached down and traced the line of his shaft with her fingers as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs. She was so wet that they stuck to her pussy.
He stepped back as he slid them off her feet. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned as he bunched them up in his hand and placed them to his nose, breathing in her scent. His bear grumbled within and the sound made her pussy pulse.
Her clit was aching as Khan stuffed the panties into his pocket and took off his shorts. His beautiful cock was so long and hard. He kept the hair around it trimmed and the hard V carved into his pelvis under his shredded abs made her clit throb even harder.
“Hurry,” she moaned as he came back to her. He hiked up her dress and slid inside her with one hard thrust. She was so wet that she took him in easily. “Fuck that feels good,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms under his and pulled him in tight.
Khan held onto the wooden shelf of the dresser behind her and used it to fuck her even harder. She moaned and whimpered with each thrust of his powerful hips as he filled her completely with every drive, every push.
Her hands slid down his rippling back muscles to his hard ass. She held onto his cheeks and felt the true power of her shifter’s thrusts.
She tried to push away the intense feelings swirling around inside of her and tried to just focus on the moment but it was hard. She was going to miss him so much. She was going to miss his smile, his sexy voice, his hard cock. It would be torture living without him now that she was sure that they were destined to be together.
Khan grabbed her breast over her dress and squeezed as he fucked her harder and harder. “I can’t hold on for much longer,” he grunted. “Your pussy is too tight. It’s too soft.”
Bailey parted her lips as her eyes closed. “I want to taste you,” she said in a moan.
Khan just grunted in response, never breaking stride.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispered. “I want to feel your warmth on my tongue. I want to drink you in.”
It had been so long since she had tasted the seed of a man and she desperately wanted to taste Khan now. “Please,” she moaned.
He stepped away with his head lowered and breathing heavily. He stroked his cock with a firm grip and Bailey jumped down onto her knees. She knew that she didn’t have a lot of time.
She moved her knees on the scratchy carpet so that she was facing him. His cock was so close as he stroked it. The sight was so hot and erotic, having his huge dick in her face ready to burst, that she had to touch herself. She rubbed little circles over her swollen clit only taking a break to slide a finger into her dripping wet hole.
“Show me those tits,” he grunted from above her as he stared at the cleavage popping out of her dress. She pulled off the straps and yanked her dress down, not even bothering to unzip the back of it. Her breasts popped out, large and free, and Khan’s lips parted as he stepped forward.
He slid his hard cock between her breasts and Bailey moaned, grabbing her tits and pressing them together against the hard dick sliding up and down between them. Her breaths were coming in short and fast, rocking her body back and forth as he fucked her tits with his big cock.
His body tightened and his face twisted with anguish, signaling that he was about to come.
“In my mouth,” she groaned. “I need to taste you.”
He pulled his thick cock out from between her tits and stood back up. Bailey tilted her head back and opened her mouth up wide as he placed the tip of his cock on her bottom lip and jerked himself off.
She slid three fingers into her warm, throbbing pussy as she pressed her palm against her aching clit.
Khan’s abs flexed and his shoulders shook as warm, hot streams of his salty cum shot like a jet onto her tongue. She moaned, careful to keep her mouth wide open to get every last drop, as she
Frederik Pohl, C. M. Kornbluth