Page 69 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

It was obvious she wasn’t new to being spanked. She lifted her ass, begging for more, and he would have loved to spend hours spreading a palette of pinks and reds across her skin. Another time perhaps, when they weren’t both ridiculously overstimulated. “Up on your knees, Elizabeth. Arch your back.” He gave her one more good smack to get her moving, but she didn’t really need the encouragement.

“This is more like it,” she said in a low voice as she pushed her backside up, presenting it.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it or not, but he laughed. “When things aren’t so… intense, we’ll have a good long session, and see if you can learn to get that mouth under control.”

“Don’t bet on it.” She pushed back, trying to grind against him.

He gripped her by the hips, holding her still as he positioned himself. And then one hand moved down to guide his cock between her pussy lips. “Hmm, I wonder how you’d enjoy being tied down and edged for hours.” He attempted to sound teasing, since he wasn’t sure how much dominance she could handle yet, but he could hear the strain in his voice as the slippery heat caressed him.

“Edging. Isn’t that what the bond has been doing to us all week?” She had a point.

She was soaked, absolutely dripping with arousal, and he slid through her folds easily. He angled the tip of his cock to strokeher clit, circling it until she began making low desperate noises as her hips rocked.

He wanted her to come for him first. He wanted to push her over the edge and then work his way into her while her pussy was still clenching, but he hadn’t been left with enough control for that. Just the sound of her pleasure as she crept closer was enough to have his balls tightening and pulling up. He could feel his own orgasm building, and he didn’t want to waste it.

He drew in a deep breath, pulled back to position himself at her entrance, and began to work himself into her body with shallow thrusts that gradually deepened. Lizzy panted and gripped the quilt as he pushed into her one inch at a time.

She wanted more, it was obvious by the way she kept trying to shove back to meet his thrusts and take him deeper, and she would get it. Whenhewas ready. He had enough control for that… maybe.

“Jacob… damn it! Stop playing with me,” she growled.

“Be patient, Elizabeth. It’s coming.” He pinched her thigh.

In a lower voice she said, “That’s whatI’dlike to be doing.” The retort didn’t go unnoticed.

She really was a firecracker. Full of sass and vinegar, just his type. And one day he’d enjoy taming that side of her, but for now… she was going to get what she wanted, because they both needed it, and more, because the bond demanded they seal the deal.

Jacob pulled back, almost leaving her body entirely and then thrust with a hard snap of his hips that rocked her forward. He needed a second to revel in the feel of being in her, the slippery silk stroking him on all sides, the intense warmth that cupped and held him.

He took her by the hips, holding her, and pulled back again for a second deep thrust. The feel of pushing into that wet heat was indescribable. She welcomed him in, working her musclesaround him and taking every inch until he was buried to the balls.

His cock throbbed and strained to move, but he held himself still, ignoring its demands, and the way Lizzy squirmed and tried to do the work for him. It was more teasing that neither of them needed, but without the pause to adjust to how fucking good it felt, he was in danger of coming before he’d even gotten started.

Only when the edge receded a bit did he finally begin to move, and this time there was nothing slow about it. If his fingers hadn’t been gripping her tightly, she would have been knocked flat by the rapid-fire pounding when it began, but she quickly caught his rhythm and began to match each thrust by throwing herself back.

His stomach slapped against her ass every time they met. His balls swung forward to tap her clit in time with their rocking, and she moaned, spreading her knees to give them better access.

He jerked his hips with a steady quick rhythm that had him plunging in and out of her body. She tightened around him, making it harder, making him work for it and he groaned. “I want to feel you come around my cock. Reach back, play with your clit.”

She obeyed eagerly. Her hand slipped between her thighs and began to play with herself as she made sexy little gasping sounds. The way she writhed made it clear she was almost there, and he encouraged it with a few spanks. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it,” he demanded.

He could feel her muscles tighten, feel the way she angled her hips and arched more until the climax took her. She cried out and stopped moving. Her pussy spasmed, grabbing at him and it was suddenly more difficult to pound into her. He had to slow down and fight to hit the deepest parts of her, but the friction was glorious.

“Fuck! Fuck, yes, that’s perfect!” He might have shouted the words, but he barely noticed. His cock kept slamming home, driving into her body with single-minded purpose, while her pussy pulsed around the length.

But he wasn’t going to let her lie there, whimpering with pleasure shocks, while she left the rest to him. He let go of her hips, reaching over her to grab her hair at the base of the neck. Pulling it tight felt right. It felt primal and echoed what he’d done in goose shape.

She had no feathers now to pull, but she had a beautiful thick mane of hair, and he used it to drag her back into the dance.

Panting, she began to move again, rocking back with slower, more languid motions. But the first orgasm had just opened the door. He could tell another was building by the way her breath started to hitch as her rolling motions quickened.

He was so close that his balls were aching, but he wanted at least one more orgasm from her. Wanted to hear the sweet cries that would tumble from her lips as he fucked her relentlessly. Part of him, deep in the primitive places of his brain, probably wanted to outdo the goose and show her that the man had stamina.

The wet slurping sounds of sex were nearly drowned out by her moans, which were getting steadily louder as he thrust and thrust, claiming her with each snap of his hips. And every time she seemed about to collapse, he yanked her hair, because he liked how she reacted to the pulling.

She drove herself back on his shaft, fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Words spilled from her lips in a continuous chain. “Ohmygoddon’tstopdon’tstop!Yessss!” It got less coherent as it continued, though he did hear his name mixed in a few times.

That did something to him. Hearing her cry out his name, while she was blitzed on pleasure was probably the hottest thinghe’d ever experienced. And when the next orgasm rolled through her, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

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