Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
He licked at me like he had with my pussy, until I was moaning and begging for his cock, rocking my ass against his mouth.
I arched my back, pressing myself into his touch, and he let out a growl that bordered on feral.
“You’re mine, Katrina,” he snarled, his voice dripping with raw hunger. “You’re my queen.” With one last lick to my anus, he straightened and got into position.
I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy opening so hard and hot it felt like it might burn through my skin. And when I felt the teasing, tickling sensation of that second appendage moving along my opening, I couldn’t hold back my low, needy moan.
I whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to guide him inside me. I needed him to shove that enormous dick back inside of me.
He laughed darkly, a sound that made my inner pussy muscles clench with feral desire.
“My impatient little bird,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips tight. He teased me, brushing the tip of his cock against my entrance but not sliding in, coating himself with my juices.
I groaned, frustration rippling through me as I tried to push back against him, attempting to impale myself on his thick rod. But he held me still, his strength overwhelming.
“Blaylock—” I cried out, mewling and begging. He cut me off with a sharp slap to my ass, the sting making me cry out.
“Beg more,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding as he popped the head of his cock inside of me—just at the entrance.
I didn’t need him to tell me twice. “Please, Blaylock. I need you inside of me.”
He growled again, low and satisfied, and finally—God finally—he pushed into me. I cried out as his cock stretched me, filling me completely. He was so big, so hard, it felt like he was splitting me in two. I knew no amount of getting used to his length and girth would ever not make this hurt.
And I loved that.
He didn’t waste time, pulling back almost immediately and thrusting in with a force that drove the breath from my lungs.
Blaylock set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into mine. His rhythm left me dizzy with pleasure. This wasn’t the easy, gentle way he’d claimed me earlier. No, this was a beast taking what was his.
My body moved with his, my moans and cries mixing with his low, guttural growls.
His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts, kneading my ass cheeks, stroking a claw over my asshole—claiming every inch of me. One hand slid up my spine, tangling in my hair and pulling my head back. The sharp tug made me cry out, but it only heightened the pleasure coursing through me.
His other hand found my clit, his finger rubbing in tight circles. I bit my lip hard enough the skin broke and blood washed along my tongue.
“Blaylock, I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice broken and desperate.
“Not yet,” he growled, his thrusts becoming even faster, even harder. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
I whimpered, but it was as if I had no control in this moment, as if my body knew to obey.
His fingers on my clit were relentless, his cock inside me even more so. It was too much and yet not enough.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me, and I cried out at the loss. Before I could protest, he spun me around, his hands gripping my shoulders and pushing me down onto my back. The moss cushioned me, its softness a stark contrast to the raw, primal force of the monster looming over me.
Blaylock’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me. His cock, still impossibly hard, glistened with my arousal. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath as he spread my legs wide and positioned himself between them once more.
I was looking at where we were going to be connected, but when he ordered, “Look at me,” his sharp words and demand had me snapping my gaze up to him instantly.
My eyes were locked with his as he thrust back into me. I cried out, my back arching, my breasts shaking as he filled me again. He didn’t move, just held himself still deep inside me as he leaned down, his hands caging my head.
His magnificent horns brushed against the skin of my chest as he leaned closer, his ragged, warm breath moving along my sweaty flesh. I couldn’t resist reaching up, my fingers tracing the smooth, hard surface. He groaned and shook, his cock twitching inside me as I explored his horns.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured, my voice seductive and breathless while I rubbed the base of his horns.