All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) Read Online Free Page B
Author: J. S. Scott
but she had a naturally full body that always carried a few more pounds than it should.
"Incredible. You are silky all over." His hands slid up her thighs, the back of his hand grazing her mound, making the flesh between legs flood with cream, as his hand stroked over her belly. "You're so lush, so soft. Mine. So fucking mine!" He moved between her legs. "You smell like desire and passion, so damn ready to be pleasured."
He spread her legs wide, one big hand on each of her thighs as he opened her to him. His hands stroked up and down the inside of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, as though he were taking in her scent, moving his head between her legs, descending to her needy pussy.
"No, Gavin. I don't. I haven't--"
"No man has ever pleasured you with his tongue?" he questioned harshly.
"No. Never" She had only been with one man, and it had been mildly pleasant after she lost her virginity, but never like this. And Gavin had barely touched her. "Fuck me. Please."
"I'll be the first man to pleasure you this way, make you scream with pleasure." His voice was possessive, filled with male satisfaction.
Her whole body quivering with need, Faith begged, "Please, fuck me." His face was so close to her vulnerable pussy that she could feel his hot breath wafting over her sensitive flesh, tickling the neatly cropped hairs on her mound. A little anxious about the unknown, she wasn't sure if she wanted this.
"Got to taste you. I can't wait another second. Need my tongue on you, satisfying you."
And Gavin didn't wait. His hot mouth lowered to her quivering pink flesh, the first touch of his tongue pure carnal pleasure. Faith cried out as he first lapped at her folds, growling into pussy as he sipped at her cream, before exploring the hidden pink flesh, delving deeper and deeper, before finally burying his face completely.
His hands parted her folds, exposing her vulnerable, pulsating clit. Faith forgot everything, including her hesitation to let Gavin perform this act that was somehow more intimate than her previous sexual encounters. She cried out his name as he his tongue expertly circled her tiny bud, teasing her into a state of insanity, before it finally stroked over her clit.
"Oh, God. Gavin," she moaned, her whole body quivering with sensation.
His tongue delved deep, flicking relentlessly at her clit. Faith could feel her body tensing, her channel clenching, and her need to climax becoming crucial to her sanity.
Faith rolled her head from side to side, moaning helplessly. "Gavin, I need to--"
She never finished the statement. His teeth gently latched onto her clit, securing it, holding it captive for his tongue to flick and lave, quickly, over and over, until she exploded. "Oh God" She groaned as her whole body went up in flames.
She arched her back, speared her fingers into Gavin's hair, pulling his head against her pussy as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that were crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He stretched the climax out, taking his time to lap every drop of cream from her pussy. Then he pulled her limp and pliant body up and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Gavin was breathing rapidly, panting against her ear, his whole body shaking.
Instinctively, she cuddled closer, her arms around his neck, her head resting against his strong shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his masculine scent, letting it flow across her senses.
Although his tongue had just given her the most incredible climax she had ever had, her body still craved him, needed him to take her, even though she was drowsy, sated.
Gavin stood with Faith in his arms, sprinted up a flight of stairs and shouldered open a door, lowering her gently onto a massive bed. The room was lit only by moonlight, but she could see the outline of the bed frame and she nearly purred as her naked skin was enveloped in soft flannel sheets.
"Sleep," he commanded, as though just saying the word should make it so.
Confused, she looked up at his
"Incredible. You are silky all over." His hands slid up her thighs, the back of his hand grazing her mound, making the flesh between legs flood with cream, as his hand stroked over her belly. "You're so lush, so soft. Mine. So fucking mine!" He moved between her legs. "You smell like desire and passion, so damn ready to be pleasured."
He spread her legs wide, one big hand on each of her thighs as he opened her to him. His hands stroked up and down the inside of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, as though he were taking in her scent, moving his head between her legs, descending to her needy pussy.
"No, Gavin. I don't. I haven't--"
"No man has ever pleasured you with his tongue?" he questioned harshly.
"No. Never" She had only been with one man, and it had been mildly pleasant after she lost her virginity, but never like this. And Gavin had barely touched her. "Fuck me. Please."
"I'll be the first man to pleasure you this way, make you scream with pleasure." His voice was possessive, filled with male satisfaction.
Her whole body quivering with need, Faith begged, "Please, fuck me." His face was so close to her vulnerable pussy that she could feel his hot breath wafting over her sensitive flesh, tickling the neatly cropped hairs on her mound. A little anxious about the unknown, she wasn't sure if she wanted this.
"Got to taste you. I can't wait another second. Need my tongue on you, satisfying you."
And Gavin didn't wait. His hot mouth lowered to her quivering pink flesh, the first touch of his tongue pure carnal pleasure. Faith cried out as he first lapped at her folds, growling into pussy as he sipped at her cream, before exploring the hidden pink flesh, delving deeper and deeper, before finally burying his face completely.
His hands parted her folds, exposing her vulnerable, pulsating clit. Faith forgot everything, including her hesitation to let Gavin perform this act that was somehow more intimate than her previous sexual encounters. She cried out his name as he his tongue expertly circled her tiny bud, teasing her into a state of insanity, before it finally stroked over her clit.
"Oh, God. Gavin," she moaned, her whole body quivering with sensation.
His tongue delved deep, flicking relentlessly at her clit. Faith could feel her body tensing, her channel clenching, and her need to climax becoming crucial to her sanity.
Faith rolled her head from side to side, moaning helplessly. "Gavin, I need to--"
She never finished the statement. His teeth gently latched onto her clit, securing it, holding it captive for his tongue to flick and lave, quickly, over and over, until she exploded. "Oh God" She groaned as her whole body went up in flames.
She arched her back, speared her fingers into Gavin's hair, pulling his head against her pussy as she rode out the waves of ecstasy that were crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He stretched the climax out, taking his time to lap every drop of cream from her pussy. Then he pulled her limp and pliant body up and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Gavin was breathing rapidly, panting against her ear, his whole body shaking.
Instinctively, she cuddled closer, her arms around his neck, her head resting against his strong shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled his masculine scent, letting it flow across her senses.
Although his tongue had just given her the most incredible climax she had ever had, her body still craved him, needed him to take her, even though she was drowsy, sated.
Gavin stood with Faith in his arms, sprinted up a flight of stairs and shouldered open a door, lowering her gently onto a massive bed. The room was lit only by moonlight, but she could see the outline of the bed frame and she nearly purred as her naked skin was enveloped in soft flannel sheets.
"Sleep," he commanded, as though just saying the word should make it so.
Confused, she looked up at his
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