Page 245 of Bride of Choice

I was flat out giggling my ass off at this point. He was starting to layer it over his groin, and had made a hole for his not so little friend to poke through. We looked absolutely ridiculous. “No talk,” he warned as he pulled a condom out of his bedside drawer, tore it open with his teeth, but paused when he was about to put it on. “No move,” he ordered, then buried his face in my pussy, plastic covering and all. Using the plastic wrap like a makeshift dental dam, he took long laps at my clit, my sex, like he was enjoying the tease of our weird play.

“How- How is THIS a proposal?” I questioned, to get silenced with a god damn sock.

I drew the line there, but he was too fucking fast for me when he tried. He rolled the condom on, captured my hands, and had at some point made a nice little hole in the plastic wrap covering me to allow his monster peen entry.

Before I could suck in a sharp breath, he had me pinned beneath him, impaling me on that fucking sword of his, his mouth on my neck, a layer of plastic there too, the crazy jerk, and was pistoning into me in short, hard thrusts, just the way I liked it.

The sock jammed in my maw still had fire in my eyes flashing and a sound between a growl at the annoyance of it, and a moan at just how fucking good we were together, tearing from me.

Entwining his right hand with my left, muttering my name over and over, he took my other hand and slapped it to his ass, encouraging me to dig in and hold on for the ride.

The bed creaked loudly, our moans, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, we weren’t exactly being quiet. I didn’t want to be. I wanted him just like this, wild with want, making a human sized dent in the bed as he pounded me into it. I wanted every time with him to feel like it might be our last.

Rek was readying to come. His cock started to jerk, his movements growing erratic.

Finally managing to spit that nasty sock out, I slapped my hand down hard on his ass, the loud crack of my hand across his furry flesh sending him snarling. Even with his pummeling thrusts sending me deeper and deeper into his creaky bed as he hit just the right spot, my body twitching as it readied to join him in mutual climax, I panted out “I want- Rek-”

“What my Jojomine want?” He gave up any pretense of being a gentle lover, all beast and a helluva bite. His guttural growl was the cherry on top. Tearing the plastic from my neck and chest, his free hand cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple hard enough pleasure-plain spiraled through me. “My Joanie want this?” He tweaked it again.

“Yes!” My voice came out higher than I’d intended, sounding like I was shouting my answer at him as he tweaked my nipple, then bent his well muscled frame, pretzeling it, to suck my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. How he managed to keep humping me into my next life while he suckled my nipple hard enough to make me cry out, I’d never figure that shit out— Lo denaii were super bendy and I fucking loved it, ‘nough said.

“My naughty female want more? What my Jojo want? Want Rek, like this?” His hips started to slow.

Crying out, my fingers dug into his hair, tugging at him until I had a few handfuls and he got the picture.

His dark chuckle at my response was just this side of evil. “My Jojo want know what Rek want?” Before I could even so much as bob my head affirmatively, he purred, “Want feel my naughty Jojomine heat, wrapped around Rek’s-”

“For fuck’s sake, you’re killing me! PLEASE!” I snapped, slapping at his arm to get this shit movin’.

Slipping his cock free, he rolled the condom off, then removed the plastic wrap remaining from both of us. Notching his cock at my entrance, he stared down at my sopping pussy and his pulsing cock. “Rek want Joanie claim Rek. Take. Bite. Make Rek Jojomine’s.”

Jerking me into his arms, he held me to him loosely and switched our places.

Once beneath me, he stretched his arms up over his head, staring up at me steadily, and waited.

“No takebacksies,” I muttered, right before lifting up to slowly sink down on him.

Rek’s moan was more of a growl as I started to move.

“Oh, god. I love you like this. You’re almost too fucking huge.” A whimper of a sound left me as I rocked hard on that monster cock. The bite of pain as I took all of him, every damn inch, and rode him harder, faster, totally worth it.

Rek thrashed beneath me, fighting the urge to take over. He didn’t break until my channel started to rhythmically pulse around his shaft.

“MINE,” he snarled, jerking up to yank me to him and shove my face into his shoulder.

Hoping I didn’t end up picking fur out of my teeth for months, I bit down on his shoulder hard enough he was muffling a howl through clenched teeth and the taste of iron tipped my tongue.

He came then, clutching me to him so hard I was going to have bruises. So totally worth it.

Hot heat bathed my sheath. His cock jerking deep inside of me as I rode him through his orgasm sent me over along with him.

As the heat of the moment ebbed, I slumped against him, panting, replete.

Rek lifted me up and rolled us, taking over as I sprawled out limply beneath him.

“You can’t possibly,” I started to say, to shut the hell up as Rek gripped my hips, rolled me to my stomach, helped me curl my legs up beneath me, then draped himself over me, his length, hot and hard and raring to go again, entering me in one short, smooth thrust.

“Oh- God- You can,” I gasped out, gripping the bedding as he proceeded to show me the true meaning of a quickie.

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