and pain ripped through her, and she cried out, fingers reaching for his lean hips and digging into his skin. She threw her head back, arching her breasts into his hands as he rolled her nipples between his calloused fingers.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“ Yes .”
Jacy’s wicked chuckle caused warm chills to ride her spine. She edged her rear to the lip of the bed, where his leg leaned, and rubbed her aching clit against him.
“No you don’t,” he growled. His leg moved away.
Shyla whimpered, the heat in her body boiling, threatening to drive her crazy. She acted like an animal, begging to be filled by a stranger, one of two sinfully gorgeous strangers who worked his way into her soul.
“Scoot back on the bed.”
His hand tugged her nipples before dropping to her waist. He lifted her off the edge of the bed and tossed her, without strain, into the center. She moved up until her back pressed against the headboard. Jacy climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked on her. Starvation pulsed behind his gaze. Desperation curled in the air around him.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she said.
The corner of Jacy’s mouth curled as he stalked up to her on his hands and knees. His cock pointed straight to her, his sac swaying with each advancing step. His muscles rippled like she imagined a wolf’s would beneath thick fur. Power and strength strained in each calculated movement.
He grabbed her thighs and tugged her onto her back, pressing open her legs. His head dipped, and his tongue drew over the soaked material of her panties. He nipped the area just above her clit, and she whimpered. Too enthralled by the erotic sight of Jacy’s head between her legs, she fought the urge to close her eyes and drown in the sensations of mounting bliss.
When his mouth clamped over her clit and sucked, she cried out.
“You like that, do you?” he murmured, the deep richness of his voice drifting up to her ears. His fingers curled around the top of her panties and ruthlessly tore into them. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled the remnants of the ruined item off her, casting it aside. His eyes flashed and he licked his lips as he stared at her exposed center. The corner of his mouth twitched as he shifted closer. Both of his hands slid along the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide. His thumbs flicked over her core once, twice, then stroked her intimate lips. He rubbed and caressed the folds and around her clit but never directly touched that single, most inflamed area.
“Pink and swollen. Do you have any idea how wet you are? How aroused?” he coaxed.
Shyla pressed into his hand, but he moved with her. One of his thumbs circled her opening. She moaned, sparks striking the outer bands of her vision.
“Do you know how bad I want to slide inside you?”
Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as Jacy slid one finger deep inside her. A seductive smile pulled back his lips.
“Just.” His finger slid out. “Like.” Two fingers pressed against her. “That.” His fingers plunged in.
Tremors racked through her. The sparks became bursts, sliding across her vision. She gasped for breath as heat and tingles crashed over her. She moved her wetness over his thumb, bringing her brimming climax to the surface.
She screamed.
Her vision failed. Her breaths turned to yipping pants. Intense pleasure convulsed through her, leaving her heart punching her chest. She writhed beneath his quickening probe, his vigorous stroking of her clit.
“Stop. Oh no. Keep going. No. Get inside me. God, you feel good!”
A moment later, his hand left her. She barely peeled open her eyes when his thick cock filled her in one long thrust. She squirmed to accept his size, her sheath forced to stretch almost painfully tight around his invasion. He leaned over her, slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her against him, straddling her over his strong legs and allowing him deeper penetration.
“No kidding, sugar. You’re hot and wet and
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“ Yes .”
Jacy’s wicked chuckle caused warm chills to ride her spine. She edged her rear to the lip of the bed, where his leg leaned, and rubbed her aching clit against him.
“No you don’t,” he growled. His leg moved away.
Shyla whimpered, the heat in her body boiling, threatening to drive her crazy. She acted like an animal, begging to be filled by a stranger, one of two sinfully gorgeous strangers who worked his way into her soul.
“Scoot back on the bed.”
His hand tugged her nipples before dropping to her waist. He lifted her off the edge of the bed and tossed her, without strain, into the center. She moved up until her back pressed against the headboard. Jacy climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked on her. Starvation pulsed behind his gaze. Desperation curled in the air around him.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she said.
The corner of Jacy’s mouth curled as he stalked up to her on his hands and knees. His cock pointed straight to her, his sac swaying with each advancing step. His muscles rippled like she imagined a wolf’s would beneath thick fur. Power and strength strained in each calculated movement.
He grabbed her thighs and tugged her onto her back, pressing open her legs. His head dipped, and his tongue drew over the soaked material of her panties. He nipped the area just above her clit, and she whimpered. Too enthralled by the erotic sight of Jacy’s head between her legs, she fought the urge to close her eyes and drown in the sensations of mounting bliss.
When his mouth clamped over her clit and sucked, she cried out.
“You like that, do you?” he murmured, the deep richness of his voice drifting up to her ears. His fingers curled around the top of her panties and ruthlessly tore into them. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled the remnants of the ruined item off her, casting it aside. His eyes flashed and he licked his lips as he stared at her exposed center. The corner of his mouth twitched as he shifted closer. Both of his hands slid along the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide. His thumbs flicked over her core once, twice, then stroked her intimate lips. He rubbed and caressed the folds and around her clit but never directly touched that single, most inflamed area.
“Pink and swollen. Do you have any idea how wet you are? How aroused?” he coaxed.
Shyla pressed into his hand, but he moved with her. One of his thumbs circled her opening. She moaned, sparks striking the outer bands of her vision.
“Do you know how bad I want to slide inside you?”
Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as Jacy slid one finger deep inside her. A seductive smile pulled back his lips.
“Just.” His finger slid out. “Like.” Two fingers pressed against her. “That.” His fingers plunged in.
Tremors racked through her. The sparks became bursts, sliding across her vision. She gasped for breath as heat and tingles crashed over her. She moved her wetness over his thumb, bringing her brimming climax to the surface.
She screamed.
Her vision failed. Her breaths turned to yipping pants. Intense pleasure convulsed through her, leaving her heart punching her chest. She writhed beneath his quickening probe, his vigorous stroking of her clit.
“Stop. Oh no. Keep going. No. Get inside me. God, you feel good!”
A moment later, his hand left her. She barely peeled open her eyes when his thick cock filled her in one long thrust. She squirmed to accept his size, her sheath forced to stretch almost painfully tight around his invasion. He leaned over her, slipped his arms beneath her and pulled her against him, straddling her over his strong legs and allowing him deeper penetration.
“No kidding, sugar. You’re hot and wet and
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