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he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2: Desire Games
Book: he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2: Desire Games Read Online Free
Author: Dawn Steele
Tags: paranormal romance, BDSM, new adult, Erotic Romance, BBW, Werewolf, Shifter, College romance, anal sex, oral sex
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though I am not beautiful? But am I beautiful to your eyes?
    The vibrator was long and thick,
and she could see her slender reflection on it. She found the little switch and
turned it on. A strong vibration immediately ensued with an audible Whirrrrrrrrrr .
A delicious thrill coursed down her spine and into her loins at the sound of it.
Her pussy flowered immediately with the contraction of need.
    She opened her legs. She imagined
Rust looking at the area between them because she could clearly see herself too
in the mirror. Her pussy was shaven, the way he liked it, and her clit was a
petal between the two cloves of her pink labia. Her pussy hole was already
creaming. She was very wet. She wondered if he could see the whitish dew drops
pooling at her sweetly gaping hole.
    She threw back her head. A warm
flush was beginning to spread down from her cheeks to her neck and breasts. She
was half-embarrassed to be doing this for an audience of one. Such hussy-like
behavior, but apparently, he liked hussies. She spread her thighs wider and
scooted her buttocks lower, so that she (and he) could get an eyeful of her
entire pussy, right up to the puckering mouth of her anus.
    Rust . . . I need you.
    She pressed the whirring vibrator
against her breasts. Her nipples began to fill, and a rosy tinge brushed the
skin around her areolas. Her entire chest lifted as she breathed in deeply. She
should throw her inhibitions away – not think consciously of what she was
doing, but of how much both she and Rust were deriving pleasure from this.
    The vibrator moved downward
– down the slope of her breasts to touch her engorged nipples, which
became even more engorged. Then down, down the shoal of her midriff –
which was too filled out, in her opinion – and further down to the shoal
of her pussy; that greedy, quivering organ.
    Ohhhh .
    When the vibrator touched the tip
of her clit, she almost combusted. Her natural lust took over, and she rubbed
the vibrator up and down her swollen clit, pressing it more forcefully downward
so that it would get the full brunt of the stimulations.
    Up, down, up down.
    She moved the slender machine up
in between her labia, teasing out her inner petals – the ones which were
most intimate and tender. The vibrator dipped into the pool around her pussy
hole and gathered the juices there. Then it wavered upward again to spread that
luscious stickiness to her clit and pussy grooves.
    She did this oscillatory thing
– up and down, up and down, round and round, round and round –
until all her parts were jointly stimulated and massaged to orgasmic
distraction. She concentrated primarily on her clit.
    She wanted to cum for Rust,
wherever he was. She wanted to have an explosive climax for his pleasurable
viewing. The seat of the stool was getting pretty warm and wet with her
squirming. She worked herself up, further up, until she was reaching for a peak
– a summit of intense, blinding proportions. Her breathing was very harsh
and she had lost track of time and how long she had been pleasuring herself

    Rust!
    Please . . .
    Love me . . .
    She heard the almost
imperceptible creak of the door as it opened. Oh, but she was going to cum! Her
eyes flew wide open and she saw the shadow of the creature filing in
noiselessly, majestically.
    The tiger slid into the room of
mirrors. She was so startled that she almost dropped the vibrator. Oh, talk
about orgasmus interruptus ! But maybe he didn’t want her to cum. Or he
wanted to be there in person to watch her cum.
    The tiger was immense, graceful.
His glorious striped coat flowed over his sleekly moving musculature. His eyes
were emerald green and extremely intelligent as he padded into the room towards
where she was seated upon the stool.
    She froze.
    She never knew how to react when
Rust was in his tiger state. She never really knew who he was in his shifted
aspect. Was he more animal than human? Did he retain all his mental faculties?
She was always careful in the
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