beautiful, fierce, protective mate was looking at him with eyes that still held the edge of scared. She needed him, needed his words and his trust, and he would give them. “Then tell me what you want, she-wolf . Tell me what my bitch needs.”
Frost breathed faster at his words, pure confidence coming back to her actions. Her body grew languorous, her attitude all seduction. Suddenly he hated every photographer who ever took a picture of her, because that meant this siren was not for his eyes alone.
But then again, the trust, and the look in her eyes – that was his alone. And that was enough.
“What I need?” With that effortless grace she always possessed, she moved forward until, with a little wiggle, she settled her arms against the floor, her spectacular ass facing him. “Why don’t you show me what I need?”
Her smell was hot and strong, and her body was an open invitation to him. There was no doubt or hesitation in her. She was herself – a strong female waiting for a male strong enough to claim her.
And fuck if he wouldn’t claim her. With her words and actions, she’d made it clear she was waiting for him to step up and prove himself. He was going to do just that.
Granite draped over her, rocking his hips against her and pressing hard for a moment before backing away. He waited for the small breathy moan to stop before he did it again, repeating the movement, going always a little harder with every pass, his dick rubbing against the divine softness of her pussy and ass.
Speaking of that ass…with the next movement he ground into it, his fingers clutching Frost’s hips to keep her still, the soft noises she made spurring him on. He leaned down to taste the skin of her back, bringing in the salty tang of her, mingling it with the other tastes of the night.
Frost was pressing back against him, her ass moving as if it could direct his dick where she wanted. He clutched down harder and was rewarded with her wail of frustration.
He leaned up until he was speaking into her ear. “You want my dick?”
“I want that dick fucking into me right now .” His fierce she-wolf looked ready to do damage to him if he didn’t follow her orders.
Granite grabbed his cock, lining it up with her open, wet pussy, teasing them both by touching her with just the head before pulling back.
“Dammit.” Before Frost could begin to cuss him, Granite pushed forward in a long, steady stroke, burying himself balls-deep, his head coming to rest on her shoulder and a loud groan escaped them both.
He gave himself a moment, but Frost would not allow anything longer than that. She flexed her hips, bringing him in even deeper though he didn’t think it was possible. Granite scraped his teeth against her shoulder in retaliation, but with a smug smile, she proceeded to do it again.
He bit her ear, delighting in the small gasp before pushing himself up to get leverage.
Looking down, all Granite could take in was Frost’s pussy lips stretched wide around him, that ass he loved waiting to cushion his thrusts, and he had to close his eyes to regain control. She was warm and wet and tight, and if he didn’t get himself in hand, this was only going to last for three thrusts.
It began with small thrusts, which didn’t satisfy her, but did give him much needed time to simmer down. Within minutes though, small thrusts gained both speed and strength, and he was sliding in and out, using his entire length to bring her pleasure.
She shifted beneath him, tilting her hips slightly, and with only that small movement, both of them fit . By the sharp increase of her moans and screams, he was hitting something exactly right, and he moved faster, hammering her with everything in him.
She was making a continuous stream of shrieks and bit-off words, her body tight and hot inside and starting to pulse around him as he kept working her, giving his mate everything of himself. While she cried her pleasure, he took his own, watching as her body
Frost breathed faster at his words, pure confidence coming back to her actions. Her body grew languorous, her attitude all seduction. Suddenly he hated every photographer who ever took a picture of her, because that meant this siren was not for his eyes alone.
But then again, the trust, and the look in her eyes – that was his alone. And that was enough.
“What I need?” With that effortless grace she always possessed, she moved forward until, with a little wiggle, she settled her arms against the floor, her spectacular ass facing him. “Why don’t you show me what I need?”
Her smell was hot and strong, and her body was an open invitation to him. There was no doubt or hesitation in her. She was herself – a strong female waiting for a male strong enough to claim her.
And fuck if he wouldn’t claim her. With her words and actions, she’d made it clear she was waiting for him to step up and prove himself. He was going to do just that.
Granite draped over her, rocking his hips against her and pressing hard for a moment before backing away. He waited for the small breathy moan to stop before he did it again, repeating the movement, going always a little harder with every pass, his dick rubbing against the divine softness of her pussy and ass.
Speaking of that ass…with the next movement he ground into it, his fingers clutching Frost’s hips to keep her still, the soft noises she made spurring him on. He leaned down to taste the skin of her back, bringing in the salty tang of her, mingling it with the other tastes of the night.
Frost was pressing back against him, her ass moving as if it could direct his dick where she wanted. He clutched down harder and was rewarded with her wail of frustration.
He leaned up until he was speaking into her ear. “You want my dick?”
“I want that dick fucking into me right now .” His fierce she-wolf looked ready to do damage to him if he didn’t follow her orders.
Granite grabbed his cock, lining it up with her open, wet pussy, teasing them both by touching her with just the head before pulling back.
“Dammit.” Before Frost could begin to cuss him, Granite pushed forward in a long, steady stroke, burying himself balls-deep, his head coming to rest on her shoulder and a loud groan escaped them both.
He gave himself a moment, but Frost would not allow anything longer than that. She flexed her hips, bringing him in even deeper though he didn’t think it was possible. Granite scraped his teeth against her shoulder in retaliation, but with a smug smile, she proceeded to do it again.
He bit her ear, delighting in the small gasp before pushing himself up to get leverage.
Looking down, all Granite could take in was Frost’s pussy lips stretched wide around him, that ass he loved waiting to cushion his thrusts, and he had to close his eyes to regain control. She was warm and wet and tight, and if he didn’t get himself in hand, this was only going to last for three thrusts.
It began with small thrusts, which didn’t satisfy her, but did give him much needed time to simmer down. Within minutes though, small thrusts gained both speed and strength, and he was sliding in and out, using his entire length to bring her pleasure.
She shifted beneath him, tilting her hips slightly, and with only that small movement, both of them fit . By the sharp increase of her moans and screams, he was hitting something exactly right, and he moved faster, hammering her with everything in him.
She was making a continuous stream of shrieks and bit-off words, her body tight and hot inside and starting to pulse around him as he kept working her, giving his mate everything of himself. While she cried her pleasure, he took his own, watching as her body
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