Page 12 of So I Banged Bigfoot

“Have you seen a human woman naked before?”

“Many times. But none of them have fascinated me the way you do.” Another low guttural sound resonated from his throat. The muscles between my legs fluttered in approval. “Take your clothes off, Hannah.”

“Now he’s getting bossy.” I unzipped my sweatshirt and spun around.

That earned a groan.

I let the fabric fall off one shoulder, then the other. Once it pooled at my waist, Lars pulled it away from me.

“You’re so colorful,” he said.

“Oh, my tattoos?”

He nodded.

“I’ve had them for so long, I sometimes forget about them. Do you like them?”

“I do.”

I ran my hands over my bare arms to warm the chill. Goosebumps had blossomed on my skin, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t be there for long.

Circling my hips, I hooked my fingers into the bottom of my tank top. I looked over my shoulder, and Lars’ hungry gaze followed my every move. It took everything a I had not to rip the damn thing off me.

The tank top was over my head, dangling from my finger. Lars took it from me.

He wasn’t very good at striptease, or maybe he was amazing at it. I wondered how long it had been since the last time he’d been so close to a woman, any species. I’d felt that cock against my leg when we were in bed together, I hadn’t wanted to admit it until now in case I’d embarrassed him.

That thing washuge.

Did he sit in one of those chairs and stroke that massive shaft, wishing someone would come for him?

I squeezed my legs together to keep my composure at the thought. Maybe we could play in those chairs. That seemed exciting. Not that anyone would be able to see what we were doing…

Or would they?

No matter what we did, these leggings had to go. I wiggled my hips and slid them down my thighs, exaggerating my bend so my ass was right in his face.

Lars was not a beast who passed up a golden opportunity. His leathery palms were on my ass cheeks, caressing the bare skin, tracing the outline of my thong. The fur on the tops of his fingers tickled with each stroke. The sensation sent a wave of electricity through me, and my muscles spasmed. My toes curled.

Sweet moon, if just his touch could practically send me over the edge, I was done for.

I kicked off the leggings and my fuzzy socks.

Lars’ arm curled around my waist and pulled me into his lap. The chill melted away and I relished the way the temperature rose as that fur enveloped me. His cock was hard and huge against my leg. Over a foot long, at least.

I hadn’t imagined it when I was half-conscious.

Like, it was even bigger now that I was awake. Long and thick and covered with soft fur.

He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my arms. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of me. I reached back and hooked my arms around his thick neck.

That got another grunt of approval. He wasn’t trying to be too human for me, and I didn’t want him to.

His hands moved to my tits, gripping them, his leathery, fuzzy fingers finding my nipples through the lace. He paused after his first pass, like he hadn’t expected my body to react to his touch.

“They’re different,” he said.

“They’re pierced.”

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