Page 370 of Bride of Choice

When I did just that, he dropped forward with a shout. Their big body shook, snarling as their claws dug into the floor of the tent, as I took him/them as deep as I could, to then slowly glide back out, to do it all over again.

My pussy wept as I worked his length, aching, empty.

Thick fingers dug into my ass as he leaned over me. He jerked my legs apart and curled his body over mine better.

Something long, thick, and wet lapped at my slit. I nearly choked on his dick as it found my entrance and struck, diving deep.

A jolt of pleasure rushed through me. I moaned around his length.

With a growl, he jerked his hips, urging me to take more of him. I tried but found I’d reached my limit. He was just that fucking massive.

Grabbing my hips, he jerked me back towards him, so he could eat me out without having to pretzel himself. This left me, considering our body size differences and the position, with a bit more than the fat head of his cock and the first few inches to love on. It wasn’t like it had been for him moments before, but my hands finished the job, fisting the rest of him as my mouth sucked him off.

He jerked his hips back at the last moment, right as I was tipping over. Cum arched through the air, spattering across my face and neck as he dragged me back.

With a snarl loud enough to scare the critters from the trees within a mile radius, he had me beneath him, head down, ass up, making a mess all over me as he went, and was mounting me, as Buu liked to bluntly put it, in moments.

A soft cry left me as he entered me. The fit was insanely tight. His hands were everywhere. They paused every so often as they brushed my baby bump and he’d slow his pace just enough I noticed.

He was so thick and it’d been so long, it took me a moment to get past the sting of him filling me and find my pleasure once more.

Dropping down over me, his rumbling purr vibrated my back. “Mine,” he muttered over and over as he pistoned into me. His roar echoed into the woods surrounding us as he dropped over the edge and took me, practically wailing as I found that sweet release, along with him.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped out when he started to collapse atop me. “You started this and I am not even near to finished.” Slapping at his hip weakly, I wiggled where I was impaled on his cock and still pulsing around him. “Don’t give up on me now, big guy. I need you.”

A grunt of surprise left my companion.

“Not only did you touch my scary sensitive scars, but you bit me, dosed me with the good shit.” Glancing over my shoulder at him, I gave him a look. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

Big guy’s cock gave a hard jerk as I milked him. The way he shivered and warmth bathed my channel anew, I knew he’d just come again.

A few rounds and one big mess covering us later, the big guy had to call it. I imagined he was as tired as I felt, maybe more, if he was running around all over here, all the way out here, looking for me.

Flopping to his back, panting heavily, he gave his cock a look as if to say, How are you not tired yet, you asshole?!

Climbing atop him because he was too worn out to insist he take the lead, a soft snarl left him as I promptly took hold of the situation. Lining us up, I took him deep.

“No… hurt… baby,” he choked out.

“Don’t slam deep and we won’t,” I told him.

He nodded, bit his lip until his fangs dug in, and held perfectly still.

“You won’t hurt me,” I purred as I began working his length.

He growled softly beneath me, reaching up to cup my breasts and brush his thumbs along the aching nubs pointing at him.

My channel clenched at the pinch of pain and my hips worked harder, faster. Before I knew it I was right on that edge again.

Growling softly beneath me, he slid my nipples between his fingers and pinched them.

I came with a harsh cry, trembling atop him. He followed me over, snarling the entire way.

As I started to limply fall against him, he curled me into his chest and rolled us to our sides. Hovering, half over me as his cock wetly slipped free, his head dipped and he brought one of my aching breasts to his mouth. My hands dug into his fur, digging in deep enough he groaned as his lips closed over my nipple.

Shifting his body, his free hand came into play, rubbing along my slit as he worked to drain my left breast.

When he’d finished with the left breast and switched to the right, I’d come from rubbing up against his hand alone.

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