Page 13 of Trick Me, Treat Me
“Fuuuck,” she gasped, clawing at my arms.
“Mmhmm,” I growled into her mouth. Her hands clawed up my back as I buried myself deep inside, stroking slowly, deep, thick. Her walls gripped me like she was scared to lose me, and I groaned against her throat.
I pulled out slowly and drove back in harder, hips snapping into her like my body knew every stroke she needed. Her moan broke into a sob, her legs shaking as I pinned them to her chest.
“Take it.”
“Hallowwwww!!!”
I grinned, sweat dripping off my chest onto hers. “That’s my baby.” I fucked her deep in that folded position, watching her cry and scream, wetness spraying every time I bottomed out. “That’s it. Cream on this dick.”
Her orgasm hit fast, her body locking up beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets like she was floating. But I didn’t stop. I flipped her to her side, lifted one leg over my shoulder, and slid back in. The angle had her screaming instantly.
“Oh my GOD!”
“Yeah, you feel me hitting that fucking spot?” I grinded slowly, deep circles, her body writhing under me. “You love this shit. Don’t lie. You fucking love being filled like this.”
“I do,” she sobbed. “I love it, I love it, I… oh, fuck…” Her third orgasm came in a stuttering wave, her cries broken, her breath gone.
I slowed for a second, switching positions once more, brushing sweat-drenched curls from her face. “You good to ride this dick, baby?”
She nodded weakly. “Yes. God, yessss...”
And just like that, I sat back against the headboard and pulled her on top of me.
“Ride me, baby.” Her thighs shook as she climbed into my lap. I guided her down slowly, her breath catching when I slid back in. “Bounce on it,” I commanded. “Just like that. Fuuuuck.”
She rolled her hips slowly, grinding against me with her hands on my chest. I watched her. Admired her. Obsessively. Her lips parted, her moans louder now, body dripping sweat as she rode me harder.
“You look so good like this, baby,” I praised her, slapping her ass.
“Y-yes,” she gasped. “Please…”
I gripped her throat gently and whispered, “Cum on this dick, beautiful.”
Her orgasm shattered her. Her legs gave out, her nails clawed into my shoulders, and she slumped forward onto me, panting, twitching. But I wasn’t done. I flipped her again, face down, ass up, holding her wrists behind her back as I plunged inside her.
“Let me feed,” I growled, stroking hard, deep, shaking the bedframe. Her sobs were pure surrender. “Pussy too good,” I whispered in her ear, biting her shoulder. “Just what I needed. You hear me? I needed you.”
“Fuuuck, Hallow!”
One last orgasm crashed through her like thunder. And as she screamed into the sheets, I pulled out and came all over her ass. My body convulsed over hers, muscles rippling, bones cracking beneath sweat-slicked skin. My growl deepened—low, guttural, inhuman—as my spine arched.
Her head whipped around. “H-Hallow?”
I couldn’t answer. The old grandfather clock on the wall struck midnight..
BONG.
The first strike made my heart stop for a second.
BONG. BONG.
The second and third shook the bed frame.
My eyes rolled back as the last of the beast clawed free, only to fold back into my flesh like smoke caught in a cyclone. My jaw cracked, the claws shortened, the fur retreated, and the snarl shifted back to a smirk. And then… we both collapsed. A tangled mess of sweat, bite marks, and scratches.
“Oh, my God…” she panted over and over again, her body trembling uncontrollably.
