Page 19 of Fighting the Lies

Her top was removed from her svelte muscular body in a fluid motion that left her skin heightened with sexual tension. Her bra fell to the floor, and Scott licked his lips.

“Man, you’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted your nipples in my mouth.” He clamped down on her small but perfectly formed breasts. That was part of the problem of needing to be as strong as the men; she exercised to the point where she was all muscle.

Scott’s other hand stroked a teasing path around the areola. Her held fell back to allow her to enjoy the pleasurable sensations cascading around her body.

“Remove your jeans and lay on the bed. Part those legs so I can inspect what, from this day forth, is mine.” Damn she almost came from his words. Scott was a lazy bugger. He was a male lion. It was in his genetic makeup, but here, damn, in the bedroom, he was a domineering god. She wanted to shout back at him and tell him to remove her damn jeans for her if he wanted in her pants. That would be what she would normally do out of the bedroom or dungeon with a bed, but she couldn’t. Her whole body was screaming at her to obey him. It was telling her to rip her jeans off. They may be her favourite pair, but they could be replaced. Her pussy needed Scott’s eyes on it and appraising it. It needed his cock deep inside it. His cock. She flicked her eyes to the massive bulge in his trousers. He was massive. She’d seen him naked enough times to know that. Suddenly, her sex clench with worry at the thought. Scott laughed.

“It won’t break you.” He’d had enough and tore her jeans down her thighs. Her small panties were ripped from her body, and she was laid flat out on the bed. The cotton sheets wrapping her in their sensual blanket. Her whole body was alive and ready. Scott removed his clothes and threw them on the floor.

“Don’t expect me to clean them up for you.” She giggled. It was a response she couldn’t help.

“Babe, when you are out of here, neither of us will have any need for clothes again. I plan on keeping you naked, and in my bed, at all hours of the days. I’ve known you for two years. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Deal.” She was feeling less embarrassed, now, about what she was doing. It was the right thing, so she opened her legs and revealed her sex to him. “I thought we were fucking.” She looked down to his now revealed manhood. “Holy shit it’s…”

“Ribbed for the lady’s pleasure. It goes like that when it’s hard. It’s a genetic thing.” He suddenly looked really worried. “Do you not like it?”

“I love it. I’ll love it even more when it’s in me.” She winked.

“Why do I have the feeling that I’m not really controlling this make out session?” He rolled his eyes and came down over her. His ribbed cock stroked through her folds covering itself in her juices. He placed the thick head at the tip of her opening and looked up into her eyes. It had been a while since she’d had sex, and this was going to be a tight fit. As if reading her mind again, Scott reassured her.

“I’ll take it slow, at first.” He pushed the tip in. She instantly felt full. With tender care, he pushed the rest in and allowed her a moment to adjust to his size. Not only was he ribbed, but Scott was also thick in girth and long in length. Her essence had coated him as he entered so when he pulled back it was effortlessly. Her inner muscles clenched again him, mourning the loss of the invasion. Then all of a sudden it was back. She let out a feral moan. It filled the air and replaced the whines of the wild animals on the other side of the door.

Their lips met again, and they danced for a few minutes as Scott found his pace. He travelled again to her breasts. He was obviously a boob man.

“Definitely, when you are alone with me, you keep these available for my touch whenever I want them. I remember the first time you shifted. I’m so glad you put your arms over your chest, or I would have sucked them with Miss Molly and Brayden watching.” He used his front teeth and bit down on the nipple. She let out a squeal of pleasure.

“You could have tried.” She laughed in response. The fire within her body was building. She was ashamed to say she had never climaxed through sex alone. Her clit needed a lot of stimulation, and the g-spot was a myth to the handful of men she’d been with. She would need to touch herself to come. Her left hand remained on Scott’s shoulder, her long claws unwrapping to anchor herself, but her right trailed down her body to stroke herself. Scott stopped her, when she was agonisingly close, and pinned the hand above her head.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“I need extra to come.” She flushed bright red.

“Not with me you don’t.” He adjusted his position, and fuck, he hit her tender spot. He thrust again, and out of nowhere, she exploded around his cock. Waves and waves of mind-numbing pleasure overwhelmed her body. She was flying; she was sinking…no, she was flying again. Fuck, she didn’t know if she was even on planet Earth anymore. She felt the tender human flesh of Scott’s shoulder give way under the tight grip of her claws.

“Scott. Oh, god.” She screamed.

“Yes, babe, but don’t tell anyone. People get a complex when they know what I’m capable of.”

He thrust inside her one final time and the ribbing on his cock undulated as he released deep within her. The movement set her off again, and she came with such ferocity she nearly blacked out for a second. He collapsed down next to her, and taking care to keep his softening cock inside, he moved her to his side.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmmm.” It was all she could get out.

“My job here is done.”

She patted his chest in a playful manner. Her hand had shifted back to human, but her fingertips were covered in blood.

“Shit, I hurt you.”

“It’s ok. It added to the pleasure, my little feral lover. We can explore rough a bit more when we get home.”

Home. The world hit her like a tonne of bricks. She tried to pull away, but Scott’s hold was too strong.

“Let me go, please.” He still refused and if anything held her tighter.

“Emma, don’t panic. It’ll be ok. We’ll get you out of here.”

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