Page 260 of Bride of Choice

My head jerked in his direction but of course I’d be wearing one of my thicker winter shirts. A growl of a sound left me. “Think this is so fucking funny, huh? When I get out of here… I’m going to kick your ass!” I threatened. And as much as I threatened, ranted, fought, I knew beneath it all my scent was giving me away. My kinky ass loved being crazy with him. You know, as long as it all ended well, and by well I mean bone deep noodle-y-limbed and mutually satisfied.

A thick mitt fell to my hip and he dragged his claws gently over my lower belly.

Biting back a moan, I sucked in my stomach, wriggling to inch away from him.

By this point, even I could smell my own arousal, I was just that far down that kinky rabbit hole. I loved this shit.

“What my Jojo want?” he purred as he moved in closer, until I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss right between my cleavage.

“I- I want you to fuck me senseless,” I bit out.

“What my Jojo want?” he continued in that enticing purr.

“I just said-” I started to reiterate, to be cut off with a soft growl cutting in on that cream-for-me purr.

“What my Jojo want?”

“I want to kick you in the balls for teasing me to death,” I deadpanned, frowning as my head jerked in the direction of his purr.

He was pacing, the noises he was making bringing to mind a caged wild animal.

“What my Jojo want?” he continued, like a broken fucking record.

“You know what Jojo wants? Jojo wants all the males in her life to quit fiddlefarting around and get over themselves, get along or just fuck off already, and for the idiot pacing in front of me to come closer, give me a big ol’ sniff, realize I haven’t had my no-baby tea today, and, I dunno, hurry up and try and put a baby in me already before I murder him from dragging this all out! Now get your scraggly ass over here and pound me into the wall before I get myself outta this rig and hunt down a willing asshole that will!”

The growl that Rek let loose rattled the windows in his hut sweet hut. “MINE!”

He was on me before I could think twice.

Lifting me up, he was urging my legs to wrap around his furry waist, that something thick and sizeable nudging at my entrance, to grab me to him, claws starting to dig into my hips, and slam me down on his already jerking cock.

He snarled as I cried out, filling me so full it pinched.

“Mine,” he muttered as he began thrusting up into me wildly. I was helpless, left at his mercy. I had no choice but to take it as he went wild, directing my hips, slamming me harder down on him as he thrust up into me.

It felt so fucking good the noises leaving me had left moans and soft gasps. I was flat out shrieking my little horny heart out.

Pressing me back into the wall, he took me harder, making sure to rub my clit and ram home just right, until I was screaming his name and he was roaring through his release.

My throat was raw, voice hoarse, as I mumbled just how fucking good that felt, and how much I fucking loved his crazy ass, slumping where I was pinned between him and the wall.

“Mine,” he muttered, before carefully sheathing his claws to remove them from my stinging flesh, and then reached up to untie me.

“Keep,” he ordered, referring to the shirt over my head.

“I’m that ugly, huh?” I joked, panting out the words.

“Beautiful. Mine.” He growled out the words, taking me to the floor to disconnect our joined bodies long enough to position me so I was on my knees, ass up in the air, upper body resting on the cool tiles, and join us once more. “Keep,” he commanded, then proceeded to take me all over again, doggy style.

Still super sensitive from the first go round, it didn’t take him long to work me back up. His half feral fucking on the bathroom floor was sexy as shit and just aided the endeavor.

“So wet,” he growled out above those obnoxious noises our bodies slapping together, wild and all out, fucking like beasts, created.

When I came yet again, I came so hard it hurt, trembling from head to toe with the ecstasy of it.

Rek’s growl was loud but I caught it then, that deeper overlap, muffled but there. The unmistakable sound of a very familiar flap-flapping sound continued as Rek shoved deep one last time to hold that position as heat flooded my channel.

“Who- Who’s there?” I gasped out, clenching around Rek anew at the thought.

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