A woman indulges her need to live on the edge when she tempts a werewolf on the night of the full moon. He's barely in control of the need to shift and completely in control of her. Will he rip out her throat? Or give her the best sex she's ever had?
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His massive cock drives into me again and again, stretching me nearly to the point of pain. I shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, but my body doesn't care. My inner muscles squeeze him, hoping to hold him deep inside. My hips rush up to meet his every stroke. I bite my lip to keep from screaming in pure pleasure. I've never been filled like this, taken like this. He really is a fucking animal.
He sits back on his heels and drags me up over his muscle-hardened thighs, never letting his thick rod lose contact with my soaking pussy. My back bows as my body longs to be thoroughly filled again. He slides his arms under me and pulls me up until I'm sitting astride him, riding him. He stretches me to the limit. So. Damn. Good.
He grips my hips and shoves me down hard. His cock brushes my cervix, and I gasp. Then he's lifting me and slamming me down over and over, his pace fast and rough. I struggle to breathe, to do anything but hold on and feel. With each stroke, my clit rubs across his hair-roughened belly, feeling so good it almost hurts.
I arch my back and draw his head to my breasts. He seizes a nipple, licking and sucking, tormenting it until I'm not sure if I want to pull away or hold him closer. Then he bites, his sharp teeth nearly breaking the skin. I cry out, the pain only making the pleasure more intense.
"More," I shout hoarsely. He growls in response, taking his hands from my hips and palming both my breasts, flicking his thumbs mercilessly across my nipples while his lips and teeth explore my collar bone. I grind myself against him, twisting my hips, desperate to take his cock as deep as it will go.
His teeth scrape along my neck as he pinches my nipples hard. I drop my head back, giving him the access he wants, submitting to his dominance. He bites harder, and a frisson of fear runs through me. Would he bite for real? If he shifted now, he'd rip out my throat.
Instead, he runs his tongue up and down the corded muscle of my neck in time to his thrusts. I forget to be afraid. I'm going to come any second. So is he, based on the way he's snarling and growling with each stroke. I want to push him over the edge with me. I struggle to find the power of speech. But I can't. I'm falling, dying. Screams I can no longer contain burst from me.
I buck wildly against him as my orgasm crashes over me. My pussy spasms against his cock again and again, I wonder if the spiral of pleasure will ever end.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me against him. I struggle, though I'm not sure why. He pins me in place as he roars, shoving himself even deeper into me. His hot spunk spurts inside me again and again. He snarls and growls as he bucks against me. Finally, his climax ends. He lifts me off his cock and sits me on the bed beside him.
"I need to taste you." His voice is low, rough, almost a growl.
I'm about to be eaten by a wolf. I should be scared. Instead I lie back and spread my legs, not sure I'll ever get enough of him...