Page 19 of Magic's Dawn

Greyson jumps up onto the couch and licks my face, then nudges me onto my side and climbs on top, his weight pressing me into the cushions. His large head settles on top of mine, and he lets out a long sigh as he relaxes.

Smashed and warm within my cozy cocoon, I quickly fall asleep.

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When I wake up, my head feels better and a warm, naked man presses against my back.

Haut had shifted to his human form during my nap and slipped under the blanket with me. Now, his hard cock presses against my lower back.

A movie still plays on the TV, though I don’t think it’s the one we started with. Haut’s arm rests under my head as a pillow, and his steady breaths tell me he fell asleep, too.

I wiggle back against him, loving the way his big body wraps around mine.

The heavy arm draped over my waist tightens, snugging me up against his body, and his breathing changes, the muscles in his body tensing then releasing in a micro stretch. With a contented rumble, his hips flex, his cock rubbing against me.

The hand at my waist slips under my shirt to spread over my bare skin. “How do you feel? Better?”

“Yeah.” Sleep thickens my voice, and a hollow ache fills my stomach. “Hungry.”

With a hungry rumble of his own, his hand slides below my waistband to cup between my legs.

My pulse quickens. “Not that kind of hungry.”

His thumb pushes between my folds to find the sensitive nub hidden within. “Are you sure?”

My breath catches, and warmth spreads through my body.

He scoots lower behind me, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder, and his cock nestles against my ass. My breath catches as he licks and sucks at my skin while his thumb makes slow circles around my clit, coaxing the embers of desire to grow.

A soft moan escapes me, my hips rocking into his touch, and the fingers between my legs curve inward, seeking my entrance.

I spread my legs wider, hooking one over the top of Haut’s, and he growls as he sinks his fingers inside me. I gasp at the sensation of being filled, and my hips rock faster, chasing the pleasure.

Just as my muscles begin to tighten around his thick fingers, they withdraw from my body.

A whine of protest escapes me, and I try to shove his hand back into place. “Why did you stop?”

He nibbles on my ear. “Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

“Sausage first, then bacon,” I command.

“Such a way with words.” He pushes my pants down to my thighs, and his cock slides between my legs, his length rubbing over my slick entrance. “Is this the sausage you’re asking for?”

I rock my hips against his length, needing the friction. “Yes. Gimme.”

He chuckles. “Such a bad puppy.”

His hips thrust against me, his cock sliding back and forth through my folds without entering. My desire slicks his hard length, making the glide easier, and every time he pulls back before thrusting forward again, the head of his cock catches on my entrance before sliding past.

Pleasure and frustration build within me, and I tilt my hips backward, arching my back. His next thrust forward catches harder, and he shifts behind me, grabbing my leg that drapes over his as finally he pushes into my body.

The thick stretch of his cock sends me over the edge, and I clench around him as I come.

He holds still through the flex of my muscles around him, waiting until my body begins to relax.

Then he starts thrusting, the position making it shallow, but the angle perfect for hitting that bundle of nerves inside that curls my toes with pleasure. His fingers find my sensitive clit again and rub it in time to each powerful surge of his body within mine, building the pleasure once more.

The arm under my head curves, twisting my body around so his lips can find mine, claiming me in a sloppy kiss of teeth and tongues.

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