Page 95 of Feral Guardian
“And when I woke up between your folds, I had to bite my cheek until it bled to keep from coming all over you.”
She whimpers down my shaft and I’m too close to keep going like this.
“But now, I want to see what you look like covered in my cum.” I sit up and pull her off my cock. I grab her shirt and rip it down the front, letting her beautiful, full chest spill free.
“Let me come all over those gorgeous breasts,” I say, covering her hands with one of mine as the other keeps a firm hold on the back of her neck.
Her lips are bruised and hang open with her moans as my knee still works her. “Cover me. Please, sir, cover me in your cum.”
Her hands squeeze around my shaft, and I pump her fists down me with my own. Her breasts bounce as she rides my leg, the tight peaks of her rosy nipples taunting me, begging for my seed.
Pain pricks the sides of my knee and I realize Lily’s squeezing me with her thighs. She’s nearly there. She just needs one little push to tumble over the edge with me.
“You’ve come on my face, my hand, and my cock. Now, I want you to come on my leg, princess. I want your pleasure to cover every part of me.”
Her eyes flutter as her moan builds into a scream. The sound finishes me. My legs tense and a hot jet of my release hits her breasts, then another, and another. My mind reels as I freefall into her grasp. I know deep in my soul that this is right, this is the way it’s supposed to be—her body coming undone on top of mine, my release marking her, her cum coating me.
“My wife,” I groan.
“Gods, Alastair—” Her body shudders and she slackens.
“Come, wife.”
Her eyes fall shut, and she cries out all the air in her lungs. I love the way she looks, both hands gripping my cock, my cum dripping down her chest, her face pinched in pure ecstasy. I cup her breast and roll her peaked nipple between my fingers.
Her thighs squeeze against my leg and her hands still on my cock. Her body tightens everywhere and her mouth goes wide in a silent, airless scream. I realize she’s riding one orgasm straight into another.
“That’s right, wife, give me everything.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me with desperation, as if this moment is her end. I move my hand to her other breast and show it the same attention as I grind my leg against her center. Her hands fly up to my chest, pushing against me to escape the intensity of the pleasure.
“I have you, always,” I rumble. “Let go.”
She sucks in a deep, needy breath, and her claws spring free. I grunt as my demon skin ripples over me, making the pain ride the edge of pleasure. She trembles and the sharp spikes in her thighs push out. I pull her up my leg and crush her against my chest as she screams again.
She bites my neck and begins to suck as she moans out the last of her orgasm. When she’s panting and weak against me, I slide my hand under the band of her pants and cup her soaked pussy. She jolts in my hold but I soothe my other hand down her back.
“Is that all, or is there more?” I ask.
Her teeth slide off my neck and she gasps. “No more. I can’t.”
I chuckle. “You’ve said that before, and you were wrong.”
She whimpers. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Is that a yes?”
She looks up, working her jaw around as it returns to its normal size. “If I’m going to come again, it will be withyou”—she grips my cock—“inside me.”
I’ve never hardened again so quickly, but she’s worked some kind of magic on me. Her filthy little mouth, her hot, soaking body, the look of demand in her eyes.
“Let me prepare you,” I whisper as I slide my middle finger through her slick lips. She jerks in my hold, but my arm remains steady around her back.
“I could always just make it wider,” she says as her hand moves from my dick.
“No,” I command, pushing my forehead against hers. “I will take the time to make you ready.”
She gives a heady pant, her breath soft against my lips. I find her opening and press against it with the pad of my finger. She moans,her body relaxing against me as she finds my cock again. She moves one hand up to the back of my neck as the other plays with me.
