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body started to shake under him.
Angel kept up a constant reminder in his head to take it slow and make it good. In the past he’d always made sure he was having “human” sex with his partners. Never really letting his true nature out. Whether it was the alcohol or just the fact he hadn’t had sex in over a year, this girl was different and he didn’t know why. He wanted to dominate her; his animal urged him to take what he wanted. His bear was telling him that this woman, this stranger could handle him, take him just the way he was and needed to be. Angel knew that the first time with a new partner took finesse, but it was harder holding onto his animal than he’d ever experienced.
He could feel the potential in the woman under him. His senses were aware of everything, her heart rate, her arousal, and the short breaths when he surprised her. The song he was writing with her could be a symphony it was so complex. His bear wanted her and his need was shocking even to Angel.
He took in the woman spread before him. Her arms above her head, as he’d requested, her legs spread wide, as he’d ordered. His vision was normally very good, but tonight everything had a fuzzy edge. The last few drinks he’d had he was starting to regret. He wished he was a little more sober to enjoy this moment.
Leaning over her, he cupped her hot pussy in his hand and pressed in against her lips. She sucked in her breath before he moaned. He knew the pressure against her clit was sweet but not what she was looking for.
He blew over her wetness and watched her body shiver. She smelled amazing, sweet and womanly. It made his mouth water. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue through her pussy ending at her clit where he held his tongue against it hard.
Her legs tried to close around his head involuntarily. He shoved them back down wider as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let out a low rumbling growl to not only punish her for closing her legs but to send that vibration over that bundle of nerves. When he felt her body buck, he started licking and sucking alternating pressure and timing, seeing how wound up he could get her.
“Oh, Angel!” Becca called out. The luscious thighs squeezed his head, and Angel knew that he could die right there a happy man. Angel knew what he was doing. His instincts to bring his partner pleasure had him gauging and reacting to every gasp and moan that drove her crazy. He was finding sensitive spots on her that she didn’t know she had. Spots you would think she would have found accidently on her own over the years. But the shocked gasps sounded like they might have been a surprise to her.
“That’s my name. I like when you say it. Now, Becca, I want you to hold out on coming no matter what happens. No asking, or begging, just resist as long as you can. The longer you hold out, the better it will be for both of us. Can you do that?” Angel knew how close she already was and that he was asking a lot from her. But, the desire to see how long she could control her release just because he asked was a heady tease for him.
“Umm, I can try.”
“Try hard, Becca. Hold out for me,” he said before returning to his masterpiece.
Angel was going to drive her as high as he could before letting her fall. He slid one finger inside her and gave it a circling swipe. He didn’t delay in sliding another finger inside her, twisting them and pressing against her g-spot. He could hear her panting and knew she was fighting the sensation she was feeling. If they were on round two or three, he’d make sure to press down on her abdomen to increase the pressure on that tiny spot inside her. He’d save that for when he wanted his fourth or fifth orgasm out of her.
Pulling his fingers out to the edge of her tight opening, he began to work three fingers into her, past the muscles that wanted to push him out.
“Shhh, baby, big breaths. Breathe out for me; you can do this.
He heard her breathing slow, knew that she was
Angel kept up a constant reminder in his head to take it slow and make it good. In the past he’d always made sure he was having “human” sex with his partners. Never really letting his true nature out. Whether it was the alcohol or just the fact he hadn’t had sex in over a year, this girl was different and he didn’t know why. He wanted to dominate her; his animal urged him to take what he wanted. His bear was telling him that this woman, this stranger could handle him, take him just the way he was and needed to be. Angel knew that the first time with a new partner took finesse, but it was harder holding onto his animal than he’d ever experienced.
He could feel the potential in the woman under him. His senses were aware of everything, her heart rate, her arousal, and the short breaths when he surprised her. The song he was writing with her could be a symphony it was so complex. His bear wanted her and his need was shocking even to Angel.
He took in the woman spread before him. Her arms above her head, as he’d requested, her legs spread wide, as he’d ordered. His vision was normally very good, but tonight everything had a fuzzy edge. The last few drinks he’d had he was starting to regret. He wished he was a little more sober to enjoy this moment.
Leaning over her, he cupped her hot pussy in his hand and pressed in against her lips. She sucked in her breath before he moaned. He knew the pressure against her clit was sweet but not what she was looking for.
He blew over her wetness and watched her body shiver. She smelled amazing, sweet and womanly. It made his mouth water. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue through her pussy ending at her clit where he held his tongue against it hard.
Her legs tried to close around his head involuntarily. He shoved them back down wider as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let out a low rumbling growl to not only punish her for closing her legs but to send that vibration over that bundle of nerves. When he felt her body buck, he started licking and sucking alternating pressure and timing, seeing how wound up he could get her.
“Oh, Angel!” Becca called out. The luscious thighs squeezed his head, and Angel knew that he could die right there a happy man. Angel knew what he was doing. His instincts to bring his partner pleasure had him gauging and reacting to every gasp and moan that drove her crazy. He was finding sensitive spots on her that she didn’t know she had. Spots you would think she would have found accidently on her own over the years. But the shocked gasps sounded like they might have been a surprise to her.
“That’s my name. I like when you say it. Now, Becca, I want you to hold out on coming no matter what happens. No asking, or begging, just resist as long as you can. The longer you hold out, the better it will be for both of us. Can you do that?” Angel knew how close she already was and that he was asking a lot from her. But, the desire to see how long she could control her release just because he asked was a heady tease for him.
“Umm, I can try.”
“Try hard, Becca. Hold out for me,” he said before returning to his masterpiece.
Angel was going to drive her as high as he could before letting her fall. He slid one finger inside her and gave it a circling swipe. He didn’t delay in sliding another finger inside her, twisting them and pressing against her g-spot. He could hear her panting and knew she was fighting the sensation she was feeling. If they were on round two or three, he’d make sure to press down on her abdomen to increase the pressure on that tiny spot inside her. He’d save that for when he wanted his fourth or fifth orgasm out of her.
Pulling his fingers out to the edge of her tight opening, he began to work three fingers into her, past the muscles that wanted to push him out.
“Shhh, baby, big breaths. Breathe out for me; you can do this.
He heard her breathing slow, knew that she was
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