Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance)

Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance) by Willow Wilde Read Free Book Online

Book: Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance) by Willow Wilde Read Free Book Online
Authors: Willow Wilde
shifters mated me together, breeding my curvaceous body between them while they fucked me into oblivion as a pack.
     
    Grizz lay backwards while I was pushed forward into a kneel, my shins in the furs on either side of his thick, rippled chest. The shifters continued to fuck me as Grizz and Patrick held my hips in unison, thrusting against each other’s movements while I bounced on their thick, shifter shafts. Lionel and Darren continued to dominate my mouth together, holding me down on the other’s cock for twenty or thirty seconds at a time before rotating me for the other.
     
    With their unity falling apart upon their mounting need for satisfaction, they began to snarl at each other again. Darren’s fury seemed to mildly overpower his brother, who shrunk back lightly. Lionel pulled my free hand to his slick, needful cock as Darren permanently took over my mouth. With deep, thrusting motions, he pummeled the inside of my throat while I stroked Lionel towards completion.
     
    Darren, having spent the most time planted firmly between my lips, didn’t last too much longer. With his erratic movements growing more intense with the passing seconds, he finally gripped my head and held my lips pressed firmly against his balls. His shaft quivered between my puffy lips, releasing his shifter seed down the back of my throat. As he gasped out his satisfaction, he pulled free, and Lionel immediately reasserted himself over rights to my mouth.
     
    Patrick began to pump himself into my hungry ass faster and faster, his thrusts building to his inevitable climax. With incredible need, he grasped onto my breasts from behind, his fingers teasing my nipples as his hands engulfed and squeezed. My tight, erect nubs shot waves of pleasure into my body with every motion of his fingers grazing them, and I met his final, deepest thrust by shoving my hips down hard. I felt the warmth of his seed as he shot it deep into my bowels, with Lionel similarly burying himself down my throat and adding a new layer of hot cum to the existing deposit in my stomach.
     
    They retreated from me, leaving me with the alpha once more. Frizz took advantage of his the absence of competitors as he flipped me onto all fours, slapping my ass so hard I thought I saw stars. His thick, overpowering cock slipped right back where it belonged, deep into my wet pussy. With this new angle, I could feel every reverberating sensation of his mighty thrusts, and I could barely hold my composure as I felt one hand clamped around my hips while the other slid down and worked the nub of my clit.
     
    My mind descended into a flurry of pleasure as he fucked me into submission. My moans rang out now, uninhibited by shifter cocks controlling my throat, or lips keeping mine busy. As my sensitivity ramped up into almost unbearable levels, he slipped his fingers free of my hood and clamped them around my mouth, sliding one against my tongue. I gratefully licked my wetness off of his leathery skin as his thrusting launched into a new stratosphere of crushing speed.
     
    The final seconds before my mind-blowing orgasm were a complete blur. Frizz brought the tempo to its maximum threshold before finally burrowing himself as deep as his cock could possibly go. Meanwhile, the sensations of the body-wrenching climax racked my curves as I rode wave after wave of fulfilling, blinding orgasms. I felt his hot load infiltrate me, pumping ropes of cum that splattered across my inner channel towards my womb. After about the seventh climax in succession, I dropped into a sweaty, heavy tangle with the shifter pack in the furs of the cave floor.
     
    Held in their collective arms, my mind reeled from the intensity of what we had done. Sleep began to descend upon me as I lay in their warm, rugged grasp, and I fought the pangs off with every fiber of my being.
     
    I’d spent my life killing them, and these shifters had forgiven me — claimed me back as one of their own. The road ahead of me was filled

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