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Her head throws back so hard it hits the wall, and I wish my hands had been free to protect it.
She screeches, her tight cunt squeezing my cock in a tight vise as I pump into her as hard and as fast as I can. I’ve been waiting lifetimes for this woman, and she feels like heaven gripping my cock, better than anything I’ve experienced in my long life. But I didn’t expect it to feel likethis.
My skin tingles as excitement has my gaze darting all over her features. Her parted lips, her pupils dilated and blown, her flushed chest and how her breasts are squished against me. My body heats up, electrified like a live wire as she works herself and drives me mad.
“Fuckin’ shite, woman,” I bellow, my body seizing when something strange begins to happen.
My cock thickens even more, and I’m forced to grab her hips and hold her to me. I go still as it continues to grow inside of her, and it registers that I can feel the base of the shaft thickening—I’ve never felt anything as euphoric as it before. My fangs and claws extend, and no amount of will is able to hold them back. My eyes blaze to yellow and I bury my face against her neck to hide them.
She thrashes, her body vibrating and shaking almost unnaturally as she comes again on my cock.
I groan with the need to come inside of her, and I don’t even care that I’m not wearing a damn condom. I was intending to pull out, but I pant with my eyelids flickering as my brain goes numb. A searing sensation bursts, white hot and scalding.
What the fuck is happening?Even as I question it, my body tries to get closer and closer as I twitch while my cock inflates, and she gets unbelievably fuckingtightbecause of it.
“Oh my god, you feel so good,” she whimpers out, bouncing and gyrating.
One more clench from her and I give over to the tide, letting her body take mine under, blissed out of my mind. My vision wavers as ecstasy slams into me harder than a ton of bricks.
Chapter 24
Whitley Whitt
Knot your grandma’s romance novel.
His dickjust keeps growing and growing, and I whimper again, the sound an even higher pitch than before as I’m thrown into another orgasm.
“I need you to come,” I tell him as soon as I float back down to earth, wanting to feel his release inside me, needing it, knowing it will feel amazing. I’m on the pill, so I don’t have to care.
Connor has gone bizarrely still for some stupid reason, and I’m left grinding on him myself to pummel my G-spot. I ride on never ending waves of euphoria as my arms tighten around him, my breaths fast and high pitched.
“Whitley,” he groans. The sound of my name rings in my ears, but I can’t focus.
I try to move faster, wanting to shift my hips, needing to feel him come inside me, needing it thick and hot as I ride him. “Oh my god, you feel so good.”
He’s so big, so hard and long, and I realize now just how much I’ve been aching to be filled like this. To share heat andbreaths, and be close to someone as I rake my nails over them in ecstasy. My hands bite into his suit, and I want to growl in frustration at the barrier between us. My body has never felt so hungry, and I’m almost delirious to feel him everywhere all at once.
I bring one hand up and spear my fingers into his hair, pulling at the strands, and reach down with my other hand to tweak my nipple hard, never having felt anything like this in my life. His cock jolts inside me and an inhuman growl sounds in my ear.
“Please, Connor. More. Make me come again.” My voice is half moan, half groan, and all need. Please is a litany in my head and my body is on fire. I would cry—scream—beg—anything he told me to, if only to get more of this.
“Bloody fucking hell!”
He roars and his cock swells as he finally begins to thrust into me again. Going harder than ever, he slides me up the wall as he does, and I squeal when he nips lightly at my neck, his fingernails biting into my hips so hard he breaks skin. His thrusts feel short but deep, like he’s only moving an inch in and out while liquid bursts inside me.
“Oh my god. Yes, right there,” I cry when he angles my hips and somehow sucker punches my G-spot repeatedly despite his depth.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and a fuzzy sensation pools in my chest at the rightness of it as I hold him closer. Warmth spreads in my middle and keeps spreading. The feel of him inside me is indescribable, and I can’t wait to get back to the bedroom and do it all again.
Then, finally, he shoves in hard and stills. Connor shakes as he holds me, and I squeeze him tightly in return.
“Holy shit. That was amazing,” I say, after a long moment with a satisfied sigh.
With my face in his neck, I notice how loudly his heartbeat thunders in his chest. The sound grows louder with each second.
I open my eyes and notice the moon’s glow outside, gleaming through the open window and catching on the dark strands of Connor’s hair.
Man, my arms are hairy.
