Page 155 of Evil Hearts

He shed his clothes with obvious relief and none of the bashfulness I expected from the stammering gentle giant I met earlier. I fumble with my top, but I don’t get far before Bryce scoops me up, kissing me, strong hands soft as they peel layers off my jeans, jacket, and tee-shirt.

“You’re even more gorgeous up close,” he says, breathing out shakily. He buries his nose in my neck and inhales as his fingers unclasp my bra. “That’s not it,” he grunts.

“What’s not—oh, fuck,” I gasp as his mouth moves from my collarbone and down to my breasts, heavy, full breasts that made me an instant hit in any skimpy swimsuit.

Bryce’s mouth engulfs half of one breast easily, sucking to the rhythm of my pounding heart, lips kneading my hard nipple to the pulsing I can feel in my clit as his hand begins to stroke down my spine.

“Mmm, closer.” He says when he releases my breast—then drops to his knees.

I make a choked sound when he buries his face against my still smooth (but softer) middle and plants a longing kiss on the fabric of my soaked panties. “I’m—”

“You’ve been getting ready for me,” Bryce nods. “But I should help. May I?”

If he means what I think he means, hell yes, he may. “Completely yes.”

“I think it would be best if you laid down. You’d be more comfortable. I want to be inside of you so much—but I don’t intend to rush this part.”

I sink down onto the bed, but Bryce doesn’t join me, remaining on his knees. The second I sit, he whips my panties down my legs and plants his hands possessively on my calves. Electricity jumps through me at his touch, racing down my spine as he strokes my legs, first with two hands, then with one. My mouth waters as I see him give his cock some attention. His fist closes around it easily, pumping in long, fast strokes that push beads of shiny white pre-cum from his tip.

“You’re so big,” I say, not caring if it’s obvious. He is—as big as a prize-winning cucumber, just a little smaller than my favorite 35 mm lens.

“It’s okay if I don’t fit. We can work up to it,” Bryce reassures, slowly stroking up to the apex of my thighs. “You’re stunning. Just like I imagined.”

“You imagined?” I tease. I know hundreds of guys probably jerked off to my pictures. That’s what happens when you pose for sexy pictures.

Bryce ducks his head. “I—I did today. When I met you in person, I imagined what would happen if you were my real mate, that you would look just like this—all beautiful shades of brown and pink.”

Any shyness I had has been wiped out by want and the way he looks at me like I’m his goddess. He kisses his way from knee to thigh, and my stomach flip-flops when he holds my legs apart, pinning them down. He lets out a deep, satisfied chuckle that has my face flaming as he takes in my short black curls, matted down with slick arousal. I can’t imagine how gooey wet I must be from thinking about him for hours.

“There it is,” he croons, leaning forward. “That sweet, sensual smell. Yetis have very strong senses of smell, you know.”

I swallow. Is that good or bad right now?

“We smell things human noses miss, particularly the scent of our mate’s arousal. You smell like sweet, wet sex—and cinnamon, cardamom, and nutmeg. And look at you…” His finger circles around my outer lips, making my hips jump, “so generous to me.”

And that’s the last word he says for a while, or at least the last time I understand speech for the next ten minutes. Bryce shoves his head between my legs and goes wild.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s a yeti or because his mouth is so big, or because yeti-human mating needs to have the best hard, fast, sloppy foreplay ever, but whatever it is, I want to bottle it and sell it.

Bryce’s head slots between my thighs, and his wide mouth parts over my sex, loosing his wide, flexible tongue. One swipe completely covers my outer folds and drags juice from my core upward. A hearty suck pulls my clit into his mouth with enoughforce that I think I’m going to cum on the spot. “Meu Deus!” My spine arches forward, and my hands grip his hair.

A savage growl stops me. “Not yet,” he warns from his hot hollow before lapping me again, his tongue actually making splashing sounds as he parts me and invades every nook and cranny, seeking out my juice like it’s ambrosia.

“Such a needy little pussy. A perfect river and no one to drink from it until now.” Strong thumbs pry apart my outer lips first, then my inner ones, leaving me exposed to his hungry gaze. I see the concern on his face as he looks at how tiny I am compared to his rod.

“I stretch,” I say, my clit throbbing, protesting the break from his onslaught.

“You’ll have to,” he says.

She’s divine. Sweet, rich, and complex, with spices, sex, and sweat tickling every tastebud of my tongue and making my cock twitch and leak, pre-cum sliding down to coat the thick padding of fur on my thighs.

Fia hasn’t been touched in a long time. Neither have I, but I can tell her body is desperate to be pleasured by the way she bares herself to me and lets me maul her pussy with my kisses and licks, finally splitting her open and pushing her calves over my shoulders so I can fuck her hard and fast with my rigid tongue.

Her little walls clamp down when I fill her, her sound of breathless surprise urging me on. I’m going to fuck her until she comes, rubbing her clit with my thumb as my tongue works inside of her, finding the stretchy, spongy secret spot I know must be lurking inside. My plan is to learn her fast and perfectly so that she’ll be the happiest mate in the world.

I forget to be strategic about anything when her legs arch against my shoulders and her fingers yank my hair as her soft,slippery pussy humps my mouth. I growl and burrow forward, only to meet her hips as they bounce off the bed to fuck my tongue with her dripping slit.

I love it, but I need to do more. Serve my mate better. I flip Fia over fast and without warning (oops), making her scream as I push her hips up high, her face down flat. I kneel behind her with my face buried in her from behind, able to steal glances of her clawing at the sheet and burying her face in the comforter to smother her increasingly loud moans.

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