“Ralph,” she cried out. “Yes. Damn.”
The moonlight danced over her skin, accenting her curves. Her hot moist muscles gripped his cock, sucking him deep inside her. Her heat burning through him out of control like a wildfire.
“You’re so hot.” He buried his face in her chest, drinking her in.
She was so tight, her pussy clamping down on him while he sank deep inside her.
He’d reached her deepest point, raging heat almost suffocating him, and still he could go further. It had been a while since Sandy had fucked and he barely fit inside her.
Grabbing her ass, he lifted her, giving her inner muscles a chance to grow accustomed to his size, his shape. He would mold her, make her his own, but he wouldn’t rush her. He didn’t want to scare her with his size.
Sandy brought her head forward, a wild look in her eyes. “You’re too big,” she told him, her voice husky, thick with her lust.
Ralph couldn’t help but smile. What werewolf didn’t love hearing those words?
“And you are perfect.” Perfect hardly described the incredible pussy that wrapped around his cock.
She bit her lower lip, gripping him, while her arms tightened around his neck. He allowed her to lift herself up, raise herself off of him. His cock slid through her pussy like hot velvet.
Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a luscious circle when she slid back down on him. “Damn. That’s good.” Her words came out on a breath, so hot it matched the heat absorbing into his groin.
Cradling her ass, he spread her open. She molded to him, her soaked cunt forming a perfect glove, designed just for him. Filling her, taking all she offered and then showing her how to give him more, he fucked her.
The moonlight spread over her glistening skin. When she arched into him, the curves of her breasts caught the light, round and beautiful, absolutely perfect. She almost panted, her breath coming quickly as he built the momentum.
He would prefer to fuck her for hours, to taste and experience everything she had to offer. But he knew he filled her more than she’d been filled before. He reached depths within her never touched by a werewolf before. Her petite body would grow accustomed to him, but for now he would have to hold back.
Not to mention the pressure building inside him was unbearable. It had been a long time since he’d been with a female. He’d had opportunities, willing widows in the pack 31
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He lifted her ass as he built momentum. Harder and deeper he drove into her soft folds. Her fingernails dug through his shirt, pinching the flesh on his shoulders. The sweet pain drove the beast within him wild. His heart raced, blood pumping through him with a fierce velocity. Muscles tensed while he thrust again and again, the friction against his cock burning through him, feeding his need to push her over the edge. He wanted to experience her explode around him, feel her muscles contract while she let go of the sweet passion he could smell growing within her.
“Come for me.” He watched her breasts bounce between them. She leaned away from him, her head falling back, arching her neck, completely vulnerable to his manipulations.
Her fingers dug mercilessly into his shoulders. She gritted her teeth, slowly raising her head to look at him. Her face was flushed, her body glowing as her passion dripped from her.
“Fuck me harder, wolf man.” She growled the words, her mouth barely moving.
Chills brushed over his skin, his muscles bulging and hardening as her words, so raw, so sensual, about made him come.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He could barely speak.
He gripped her ass so hard it would leave marks. Already he pounded her tender flesh, stretching her further each time he impaled her. The friction between them burnt his skin. And yet this sweet, adorable little bitch asked for
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