Page 8 of Deadly Panther's Fake Fiancée

And now he’s in front of me, and I recognize a lot of that cat in how he moves. I guess, “Here, Kitty, Kitty,” isn’t as way cool as I thought it was when I said it but it’s still cool enough that I’m proud of myself. He looks at me, and even though he just stands there, that big, beautiful thing between his legs definitely comesto life. I file away licking my lips with a seductive look for further use.

“You saw me,” he says.

“Are you hiding it? I thought it was out in the open now.”

He shakes his head. “Officially, yes. Unofficially, most of us keep a low profile.”

“Are you a jaguar or a leopard?” I ask.

He smiles slightly. “Because in the natural world, a black panther is either a jaguar or a leopard.”

“Is it the same in the… What do you call the shifter world?”

“Works for me,” he says. I think he’s reaching his conversation limit because he starts toward me. Of course, it’s just as likely that he’s not far from his limit at all but his cock, which now juts out from his body, hard and straight, might be well past it’s limit.

I know we’re going to talk more about things. This is all pretty damned complicated. I’m a fake fiancé, and the man involved is a shifter. I’d damned well better get to have a conversation about this. You can bank on it.

But damn it, I’m so turned on by the power of the man—well, more than a man—in front of me. I know I ought to be thinking more rationally and maturely than I am. I certainly shouldn’t be sliding down so I’m flat on the bed and lifted up on my elbows, putting my mouth at the perfect height for Isaac when he gets close enough. I should probably be demanding conversation rather than getting my mouth on him no matter how horny I am.

Well, I don’t always do what I should.

That’s what I think a few seconds later while I moan happily as my lips travel along his shaft. His girth rests over my tongue as I try to take him deep in this position. There’s absolutely no hope of that but I don’t mind. I just move my tongue a lot more and adjust myself slightly so I can caress his balls with one handas I suck. I have to admit I really love that I initiated all this and I’m setting the pace.

But I also love it when he changes all that. He pulls out of my mouth suddenly and just spins me around. I end up with my feet on the floor and my body bent over the bed. I feel the big, blunt head of his cock against my pussy and I can just barely process the sensation before it’s replaced by a more urgent one. As he slides into me, I cry out, “Isaac! Isaac!”

Not very creative but at least I didn’t add last names, right?

My sassy thoughts die as Isaac thrusts into me with enough power to drive me up onto the bed and off my feet each time. I yell with each thrust, calling out every crazy word combo.Each thrust is forceful and strong, and I imagine if I were a stranger watching, I would be certain the petite young woman in front of the giant is being hurt with every thrust forward.

I just keep crying out, “Isaac!” mixed with profanity, pleading, encouragement, and moans. And then, I just simply lose the ability to do anything but moan because he grabs my hips, lifts me a little, and hits some magic spot inside me that sends me reeling with the most intense rush of pleasure I’ve ever felt.I feel like I’m in shock, like I’ve been pummeled but not with pain or hurt.

My feet have no purchase anymore but hang above the floor with Isaac holding me up and fucking me like I’m a sex doll and not a person. His fingertips dig into my body, and they feel like ten little flames burning into my skin. I don’t know why, but I’m hyper-aware of them. I think they’re going to leave bruises. I don’t know why I enjoy the way he holds me but I do. And I’m so hyperaware right now.

Actually, I’m hyperaware of everything right now. Occasionally a thrust will turn me to one side or the other and I’ll feel soft carpet beneath my struggling toes. No matter my position, the bed covers crumple beneath me and every wrinkleseems impressed into my stomach. I can smell the scent of my laundry detergent from those sheets as I shift wildly on top of them.

Everything is so very visceral. I’ve never felt so much at once. I mean, I can’t really explain it but even the cloth of the blankets—and these are kind of expensive blankets designed to caress and comfort, soft and… The point is I can feel the blankets as though they were sandpaper. I can feel the breeze of the air conditioning moving over me as though it were a massage with firm hands!

I’ve never felt anythinglikethis with anyone else. Isaac’s power and powerful treatment of me seems to transform me and every nerve in my body seems awake and receptive.I know that sounds over the top, but it’s the only way I can get across how I feel in this moment as Isaac fills me over and over. I am completely submerged, drowning in sensation. Nonetheless, I just want more.

And more.

Suddenly, Isaac picks me up and pushes me forward onto the bed, moving around until my legs are pressed together and he is straddling me. I’m still on my stomach and his cock never fully slips out. What is this called? I know it. A friend back in college liked this position best. Prone fucking? No. Close. Prone bone. Bone. That’s it. I’m flat on my stomach, and he presses his body into mine as he thrusts into me with speed that stuns me.In just seconds, my body tenses and then, I’m electrified by an orgasm that takes my breath away. I can’t say anything. I can only lie there writhing beneath him as he continues to move.

I have to say, I’m kind of shocked to feel the orgasm because I have a hard time reconciling how overpowering everything felt beforehand without there being an orgasm involved!

I have no real sense of time at this point, but it feels like it’s pretty soon after my orgasm hits, he shudders hard and Ifeel him cum deep inside me. Our bodies shake and tremble in unison now, and I sense that purring sensation from him again. Yeah, I know big cats don’t purr but that’s what I’m going to call that rumbling, growly thing. It makes me feel warm and overwhelmed.

We stay like that for a while, as if we’re trying to acclimate to real life again. The whole thing feels surreal and amazing. The weight of his body atop me is perfect. Eventually, though, Isaac rolls away from me, but as he does he slips his arm underneath me and rolls me over with him so that I’m nestled into his side with my head resting on his chest.

I fall asleep to the sound of that wonderful rumble.

I wake up the next morning like a sleepy cat, stretching and yawning. Yes, I get the irony of using that metaphor but it’s how I feel, contented and well-rested. I feel, in fact, ready for adventure.

And I wake up alone.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Isaac would be gone, but I still feel a momentary panic. Did he not appreciate me discovering his little secret?

I jump out of bed and grab my robe from the chair in the corner, tying it around me as I hurry to the kitchen. There wasn’t a message on my phone from him.

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