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when his hands were sliding all over her highly sensitive skin, making her pant and moan like a B-rated porn star.
“You were saying something?” He taunted her yet again as he moved that hand south, slipping it between her thighs to her slick, wet folds.
She gasped when he pressed his thumb in hard, circular motions against her engorged clitoris. Shots of pleasure rocked through her core, spiraling in tight waves throughout her body.
“I can’t hear you, little bird,” he mumbled as he moved down her body, kissing a hot trail across her clavicle, then down her stomach. He took a moment to savor the sweetness of her navel before dipping down to his final destination.
She cried out when his hands latched onto her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her engorged, swollen nub to his greedy gaze.
Chance stared at her as though entranced. While she found it stimulating to be the object of such scrutiny, she was also desperate for him to get on with things.
Lifting her hips, she moaned. “Do me now, bear, or I swear to the gods, I’ll—”
But then her words died on her tongue the moment his mouth, hot, wet, and greedy, landed on her. He sucked and nibbled, moaning and groaning in the back of his throat as he feasted on her.
Dizzy with rapture, she clawed at his skull, jamming him tighter between her thighs if he so much as hinted at coming up for air.
“Breathe later,” she hissed when he once again tried to rise up.
His booming peal of laughter vibrated her clit deliciously, making a bolt of liquid fire zip down her spine.
“Suffocation by cunnilingus. Is that to be the way I go then, crow?” His words sparkled with laughter.
She was mindless with delirium and could only grunt, shoving him right back down where he belonged. His tongue was like velvet and steel, hard and soft, and… “Perfect. Dear gods, grizzly, you’re perfect.”
With a growl of approval, he speed up what he was doing, adding his thumb into the mix. That was her undoing. Screaming, she spasmed mightily as he wrung every drop of pleasure out of her.
It felt like hours before she was able to manage a breath that didn’t stutter through her lungs. When she opened her eyes, it was to look into her male’s very satisfied ones. The heat in his gaze hadn’t dimmed in the slightest.
And though she’d just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, the look he gave her was enough to the stirrings of heat slither and slink through her lower body once more.
Nuzzling the corner of her neck, Chance wrapped his legs around hers, basically pinning her to the bed. But she didn’t mind. His touch, while dominant, was also gentle and tender. He kept his weight off her middle, even lightly feathering his fingers along her tummy now and then as though in greeting to their child.
“Bronwyn,” he murmured as something hot, hard, and long poked into her upper thigh.
“Lover,” she murmured, laving her tongue along the length of his left collarbone, breaking him out in a wash of goose bumps.
Groaning, he rubbed his engorged cock on her thigh, and she sighed at the dichotomous play of hard steel and softest velvet. Wrapping her legs around his middle, she shifted so that she was fully open to him.
Chance kept all his weight on his hands as he slid his cock deep into her wet sheath.
They both sighed in unison at the moment of penetration. He filled her so completely. While it was wonderful, it was also a little uncomfortable with her stomach being so swollen between them.
In a move born of expertise, he slid out, and in one smooth motion, flipped her onto her side. He held onto her thigh and placed it on his shoulder then scooted flush in flush so that his penis and her vagina lay flush. His slick cock once more slid into her, and this time she cried out from the deep penetration. Her toes curled with each thrust of his hips.
Sometimes, Bronwyn couldn’t believe this was really happening. Even after nights spent making love
“You were saying something?” He taunted her yet again as he moved that hand south, slipping it between her thighs to her slick, wet folds.
She gasped when he pressed his thumb in hard, circular motions against her engorged clitoris. Shots of pleasure rocked through her core, spiraling in tight waves throughout her body.
“I can’t hear you, little bird,” he mumbled as he moved down her body, kissing a hot trail across her clavicle, then down her stomach. He took a moment to savor the sweetness of her navel before dipping down to his final destination.
She cried out when his hands latched onto her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her engorged, swollen nub to his greedy gaze.
Chance stared at her as though entranced. While she found it stimulating to be the object of such scrutiny, she was also desperate for him to get on with things.
Lifting her hips, she moaned. “Do me now, bear, or I swear to the gods, I’ll—”
But then her words died on her tongue the moment his mouth, hot, wet, and greedy, landed on her. He sucked and nibbled, moaning and groaning in the back of his throat as he feasted on her.
Dizzy with rapture, she clawed at his skull, jamming him tighter between her thighs if he so much as hinted at coming up for air.
“Breathe later,” she hissed when he once again tried to rise up.
His booming peal of laughter vibrated her clit deliciously, making a bolt of liquid fire zip down her spine.
“Suffocation by cunnilingus. Is that to be the way I go then, crow?” His words sparkled with laughter.
She was mindless with delirium and could only grunt, shoving him right back down where he belonged. His tongue was like velvet and steel, hard and soft, and… “Perfect. Dear gods, grizzly, you’re perfect.”
With a growl of approval, he speed up what he was doing, adding his thumb into the mix. That was her undoing. Screaming, she spasmed mightily as he wrung every drop of pleasure out of her.
It felt like hours before she was able to manage a breath that didn’t stutter through her lungs. When she opened her eyes, it was to look into her male’s very satisfied ones. The heat in his gaze hadn’t dimmed in the slightest.
And though she’d just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, the look he gave her was enough to the stirrings of heat slither and slink through her lower body once more.
Nuzzling the corner of her neck, Chance wrapped his legs around hers, basically pinning her to the bed. But she didn’t mind. His touch, while dominant, was also gentle and tender. He kept his weight off her middle, even lightly feathering his fingers along her tummy now and then as though in greeting to their child.
“Bronwyn,” he murmured as something hot, hard, and long poked into her upper thigh.
“Lover,” she murmured, laving her tongue along the length of his left collarbone, breaking him out in a wash of goose bumps.
Groaning, he rubbed his engorged cock on her thigh, and she sighed at the dichotomous play of hard steel and softest velvet. Wrapping her legs around his middle, she shifted so that she was fully open to him.
Chance kept all his weight on his hands as he slid his cock deep into her wet sheath.
They both sighed in unison at the moment of penetration. He filled her so completely. While it was wonderful, it was also a little uncomfortable with her stomach being so swollen between them.
In a move born of expertise, he slid out, and in one smooth motion, flipped her onto her side. He held onto her thigh and placed it on his shoulder then scooted flush in flush so that his penis and her vagina lay flush. His slick cock once more slid into her, and this time she cried out from the deep penetration. Her toes curled with each thrust of his hips.
Sometimes, Bronwyn couldn’t believe this was really happening. Even after nights spent making love
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