Page 124 of Bride of Choice

I’d yet to hear him crack off his horns again. My mind swirled with images of what he might look like sporting a full set.

Higher, and higher, those teasing laps traveled, until he was lifting my backside up with a soft growl, shoving my legs beneath me so my butt was sticking up in the air, pointed right at him, and my nightgown was lifted out of his way.

A deep rumble that vibrated my lower half left him as he slid a thick claw along the hideous material covering my generous derriere. My face reddened as he leaned in, burying his face against the material covering one cheek, to playfully nip my covered flesh.

Fuck, but I liked it.

My toes curled, waiting to see what he was curious to explore next.

A thick claw slid up to the top of my backside, then clean down my crack, and straight down the middle, his knuckle pressing to the pearl he found there before slowly gliding its way back up.

A soft gasp left me and I started to squirm as the material parted and cool air kissed my skin.

The second I started to shift, a snarl rent the air.

I froze, to moan not two seconds later as thick hands gripped my hips, lifting me higher, and he buried his face in the honeyed syrup already seeping from my weeping slit.

Crying out into the blankets, I fisted the bedding as he lapped at me, teasing that hidden pearl with every heady sweep.

Just when I started to crest, he buried his tongue deep, ramming it home like he’d like to something much bigger from the sounds of it.

I came with a sharp cry, impaled on his tongue as he held me still and took his fill. He was ravenous, snarling, wild, growling right into my sex like he couldn’t get enough.

I came again, harder on the heels of the first as he figured out what I liked and took full advantage. I came so many times I lost count, my voice growing hoarse from crying out.

By the time he eased up, he was still snarling ferociously, even as he tried to muffle it. My channel was still spasming when he pulled his tongue free, gripped my hips, bracketing his hips behind mine, and a very pronounced thickness began to prod my sex.

“Mine,” he garbled out shortly, right as he started to breach my pussy.

He was big but I’d taken Cuddle Monster in every way, shape, and form. If anything, they were equals in size and girth.

Tilting my hips invitingly when he paused, I started to gently press back against him. Bum-bum clamped a hand over my head beneath the blanket, ordering me to hold in place, thick claws pricking my skin where another hand gripped my hip, and then he slowly began to fuck me with that baseball bat he calls a dick.

He took his time, much as he paused to thrash above me like what he really wanted to do was screw me brainless, our size differences be damned. Mumbling words in his native tongue that might as well have been gibberish, he attempted to ruin me for all others.

My sex clamped down on him, recalling my Fuck and Run doing just that.

Claws dug into my tender flesh as he gave up holding me down and two handed my hips. With an animalistic noise, he pressed harder at my body’s response, then began to move faster. In no time he was pistoning into me like a jackhammer, rocking the bed ominously, my voice lost to silent screams of ecstasy as he dragged me over the edge. And even then, the beast wouldn’t relent. He dragged me right over that sweet precipice over and over again, until I forgot my damn name.

He was insatiable, dragging climax after climax out of me, no end in sight. I was only one fucking human. At this rate, in a small part of the back of my mind, I wondered if it just might be possible for him to screw me to death.

Leaning over me, shoving the blanket enough aside to expose my shoulder and throat, but holding it over my face, his teeth clamped down on my shoulder, right over the invisible bite marks I knew existed there.

One last scream left me as my inner walls clamped down on him so hard we both groaned. He came then, swelling, filling me full to brimming with a rush of hot seed.

As the heat of the moment ebbed, he slumped atop me, careful to keep us joined but not drop directly on top of me.

I had no words, struggling to catch my breath.

Fucking amazing came to mind, but I wasn’t sure how receptive he’d be to the compliment. I’ve had my fill of antsy males. Bum-bum was probably the antsiest fucker around.

But he was still here, and he was choosing to stay with me, I consoled myself. For now.

A thick hand slid around my front, up my chest, gliding over my breast for a feel, then settled between the girls to heft me back towards him, pressing my back to his front.

The position gave me a good view of the fat hunk of something I was impaled on, my pussy lips straining to contain him.

The hand on my chest slid upwards, gently cupping my throat, forcing me to tip my chin unless I wanted to fight it, while his other hand slid down my body, my stomach dipping as thick, warm fingers slid past my belly button, headed straight for the abused little nub he’d made certain to pay extra special attention to.

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