Page 79 of Pack Fever

My fingers brush over the fluffy black handcuffs, and I collect them.

When I face my beauty, she’s staring at me with primal hunger.

“I’m going to tie you up, okay?”

She nods eagerly. “Please.”

Hastily, I take a hand and secure it with the cuff, looping the other end into the gaps of the decorative headboard. I do the same with the other wrist while Danica watches me intently.

She’s breathing heavily, writhing on the bed, her perfume calling to me.

“Will you take me now, Sir?” she asks, sounding slightly frantic.

With a smile, I climb back onto the bed between her spread legs, where she waits for me.

“I should have known the moment we met you were going to ruin me,” I murmur, lowering myself over her body. I steal a kiss, our mouths clashing, and push my tongue into hers. I want her to taste herself, to see how fucking delicious she is.

Kissing like our lives depends on it, I rock my hips, ready to fuck her brains out.

“Please, will you take me now?” she pleads, her body pushing against mine, her legs wrapped around my hips.

There are no words to describe how addictive it is to be desired so deeply by someone as beautiful as Danica.

My cock finds her opening with ease.

“You better hold on to the headboard, sweetheart, because I’m barely holding on.”

Her fingers quickly grasp it, and she shuffles up for a better grip, me following her.

In one fluid movement, I drive into her pussy, my hunger too savage to hold back. She moans, her body arching, nipples hard, lifting for me. I pinch one, tugging it as she cries out from the sudden force compared to my previous gentleness.

Her gaze is on mine, her throat purring. The electricity that runs between us is magic and makes me wilder, hungrier for her.

I pull out and plunge back in, then pound into her, shaking the whole fucking bed.

Her moans grow, as do her rocking hips to meet each of my thrusts.

“Please, Sir,” she gasps between heavy breaths. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can come for me. You’ve done so well. Now, squeeze my cock.”

The poor thing exhales, and I feel the tension in her body softening as she comes completely undone. She bursts out in a scream, thrashing beneath me, her pussy constricting me.

Roaring, I fuck her harder, claiming her as mine. The stronger she tightens around me, the more my cock starts to swell. In that perfect moment of her shuddering, milking my dick, my own explosion bursts through so hard it rocks my whole body.

I sink deeper into her with a final thrust, the beautiful ache and arousal of my cock knotting inside her consuming me. My cum keeps spilling out in endless ribbons, flooding her completely. She clings to me while I growl, pumping more and more seed in her, my swollen knot pushing against her insides, locking us together.

A sheen of sweat coats her brow, and she’s staring up at me with surprise, with arousal. She smiles at me after giving her the one thing she’s been craving… a mind-blowing orgasm.

I growl deeply, still pumping into her, my body tense, focused.

Her cheeks are pink, her breasts jiggling, our scents thickening. I’ve lost myself to her. Groaning the last of the spill into her, I press my body against hers.

“You’re mine now, Sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips. “I can’t bear to have you leave us.”

After a long pause of us both catching our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes, she responds softly, “I don’t want to leave, either.”

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