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fingers tightened on him, trying to fully encircle him. But it was no use. He was too thick.
“Want,” she snarled.
“This?” he asked, placing his hand over hers.
Her eyes clung to the thick, pink organ that stood straight up, and their stacked hands. This time, he set the pace. Guiding her hand up and down, squeezing as they drew closer to the base.
His groan rent the air and in seconds, his hands were on her hips. He lifted her into the air and held. Breathless and smiling with delight, she stared down. Muscles, sweat, tight, hard. His strength was formidable, hot as hell. Precious few could match her, much less overpower her in bed like he no doubt could.
She looked forward to that day. Pinned down, maybe her wrists tied…
It was her turn to groan, and just as she did, he started to lower her. But it was slow…too slow. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and she growled at him.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Patience, my beautiful cat.”
“Oh,” she whispered as the head of him entered her. “Oh, goddess, yes.”
It was like Christmas morning. A new present each glorious inch he gave her. And there were many presents in store. He was huge. And she deserved no less.
Mine.
Yeah, yeah, she told her cat. Wait your turn.
All thoughts died in her mind then as he not only set her down on his shaft, but grabbed her shoulders and pressed himself deeper still.
For long seconds, she couldn’t breathe.
It was fucking glorious.
Max’s eyes were near to black. No longer amber. His cat’s eyes. He released her shoulders and dragged his hands down her to her breasts. His lip lifting with his soft snarl, he palmed them both and started to massage them.
Ely arched her back and pushed herself closer to him. “We fit,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Like a glove,” he agreed, his fingers working her nipples.
A rush of heat thrashed her insides and she started to move, rotating her hips, slow circles to feel him everywhere.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said on a whimper.
“I can.”
Her eyes refocused on him.
He grinned wickedly up at her. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of female who took what she wanted.”
“You think I wanted you, male?” She reached for him, one hand on his chest, which felt like skin over steel, and the other grabbing at his braid.
His eyes went wide and he growled at her, sending his hips up and thrusting his cock so deeply inside of her she gasped.
“Didn’t you?” he taunted. “Christ knows I wanted you. Desperately. Like air to a dying man.”
Ely could barely hear him now. With that thrust, he’d sent her into another world. She was herself there, yes, but she was her cat too, and everything was brighter and hotter and wetter.
Closing her eyes, she started to move, starting riding him. The build up inside of her was overwhelming and uncomfortably wonderful now, and she wanted the finish line she craved.
“Oh, fuck, Ely,” he groaned, grabbing her hips and matching her movement. “I wish you could see what I see. Straddling me like that, your sexy, wet pussy taking my cock deep, belly contracting with the need to come. Oh, Christ, yes, woman… Nipples hard, pulse pounding in your throat. And your face,” he groaned as she moved faster, pulled his braid harder. “So beautiful. You’re no angel of death. You’re my angel of life.”
And with those words, that wonderful, personal sentiment, Elyon hit the pinnacle. Crying out, she gave herself over to wave upon wave of delicious, almost painful ecstasy. She felt Max’s hands on her hips, guiding her thrusts as he neared the edge, and was so grateful. Her strength was waning, her mind was fuzzy, every inch of her skin was trembling with electric fire…
“Elyon,” Max snarled. “Look at me.”
Her mouth parted and she shook her head, groaning.
“Look at me now!” he demanded.
Her eyes shot open, just in time to watch him climax. As she was
“Want,” she snarled.
“This?” he asked, placing his hand over hers.
Her eyes clung to the thick, pink organ that stood straight up, and their stacked hands. This time, he set the pace. Guiding her hand up and down, squeezing as they drew closer to the base.
His groan rent the air and in seconds, his hands were on her hips. He lifted her into the air and held. Breathless and smiling with delight, she stared down. Muscles, sweat, tight, hard. His strength was formidable, hot as hell. Precious few could match her, much less overpower her in bed like he no doubt could.
She looked forward to that day. Pinned down, maybe her wrists tied…
It was her turn to groan, and just as she did, he started to lower her. But it was slow…too slow. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and she growled at him.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Patience, my beautiful cat.”
“Oh,” she whispered as the head of him entered her. “Oh, goddess, yes.”
It was like Christmas morning. A new present each glorious inch he gave her. And there were many presents in store. He was huge. And she deserved no less.
Mine.
Yeah, yeah, she told her cat. Wait your turn.
All thoughts died in her mind then as he not only set her down on his shaft, but grabbed her shoulders and pressed himself deeper still.
For long seconds, she couldn’t breathe.
It was fucking glorious.
Max’s eyes were near to black. No longer amber. His cat’s eyes. He released her shoulders and dragged his hands down her to her breasts. His lip lifting with his soft snarl, he palmed them both and started to massage them.
Ely arched her back and pushed herself closer to him. “We fit,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Like a glove,” he agreed, his fingers working her nipples.
A rush of heat thrashed her insides and she started to move, rotating her hips, slow circles to feel him everywhere.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said on a whimper.
“I can.”
Her eyes refocused on him.
He grinned wickedly up at her. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of female who took what she wanted.”
“You think I wanted you, male?” She reached for him, one hand on his chest, which felt like skin over steel, and the other grabbing at his braid.
His eyes went wide and he growled at her, sending his hips up and thrusting his cock so deeply inside of her she gasped.
“Didn’t you?” he taunted. “Christ knows I wanted you. Desperately. Like air to a dying man.”
Ely could barely hear him now. With that thrust, he’d sent her into another world. She was herself there, yes, but she was her cat too, and everything was brighter and hotter and wetter.
Closing her eyes, she started to move, starting riding him. The build up inside of her was overwhelming and uncomfortably wonderful now, and she wanted the finish line she craved.
“Oh, fuck, Ely,” he groaned, grabbing her hips and matching her movement. “I wish you could see what I see. Straddling me like that, your sexy, wet pussy taking my cock deep, belly contracting with the need to come. Oh, Christ, yes, woman… Nipples hard, pulse pounding in your throat. And your face,” he groaned as she moved faster, pulled his braid harder. “So beautiful. You’re no angel of death. You’re my angel of life.”
And with those words, that wonderful, personal sentiment, Elyon hit the pinnacle. Crying out, she gave herself over to wave upon wave of delicious, almost painful ecstasy. She felt Max’s hands on her hips, guiding her thrusts as he neared the edge, and was so grateful. Her strength was waning, her mind was fuzzy, every inch of her skin was trembling with electric fire…
“Elyon,” Max snarled. “Look at me.”
Her mouth parted and she shook her head, groaning.
“Look at me now!” he demanded.
Her eyes shot open, just in time to watch him climax. As she was
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