Lords of the Hill: BBW Werewolf Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 3) Read Online Free

last forever. But her own body conspired against her, her pussy clenching in ripples around Verne’s thick cock.
    “That’s it,” he panted, pausing at the end of a thrust to grind his pelvis against hers. The pressure against her clit made her eyes roll back in her head and her cunt clench harder. “Cum over my cock. I want to feel it all.”
    She whimpered, trying to hold it all inside, but he did the thing with his hips again, pressing against her clit. Then again. On the fourth time there was no way stopping it. Biting her lip, she shattered apart, coming hard and fast as ecstasy wrapped her up in its coils.

Chapter Four
     
    She was awash with pleasure but that didn’t stop Nat pouting as, after two more hard thrusts, Verne pulled out of her. He hadn’t come yet but the wet slurp made her blush. She’d never been so wet in all her life.
    “Easy, love. You won’t be lonely for long,” Verne muttered while they moved with her between them to the ground. Soft moss and her spread jacket cushioned them. From standing between them, she straddled Darrick, who looked up at her with heat and undisguised need in his eyes. A look that almost bordered on desperation. With a smile, she reached out and stroked her fingertips across his cheek.
    He turned to kiss her fingers, reaching between them. The broad head of his cock fit into position at her slick entrance. With a sigh, she sank over him.
    And stopped.
    Her eyes widened. Even as slick as she was, Darrick was much bigger than Verne. Could she even take it all? Panicking, she tried to lift up, but Verne was behind her, the warm strength of his body against her back and the still hard length of his cock against the groove of her ass.
    “Shhh, love. Take it slow, it’ll be fine.”
    As he spoke, his hand slid around her body, clever fingers sliding down to locate her clit. The rough pad of his finger swiped over the still sensitive bundle and she squeaked. A sound that became a soft moan as he worked her back up into a frenzy of need. She relaxed, becoming boneless under his ministrations and slipped another half inch down the thick bar of Darrick’s cock.
    She was split, almost to the point of tearing, but she didn’t care. The fingers against her clit and then hands on her tits played her body like a fine violin. She floated, arching her back to loop her arms up and back around Verne’s neck. Weight suspended, she eased back until she was almost off Darrick’s cock.
    She could do this. She would do this. Her way.
    Relaxing again, she altered the angle of her hips and let gravity impale her over Darrick. He groaned, tension and the control it was taking him to stay still written in his expression. She rocked over him, and pushed down. Fire speared through her pussy but it felt so good she didn’t stop, couldn’t. Not until she sat fully on him and his cock pulsed deep inside her. Her limbs quivered, her pussy throbbing. God, she’d never felt this way before. Never been so stuffed in all her life.
    “Oh fuck, that’s good.” Darrick reached out, pulling her towards him for a long, hard mating of tongues. Verne’s hands disappeared, the man himself gone somewhere, but she didn’t have time to question that, not when Darrick’s cock filled her so delightfully. He rocked his hips under her little by little. Each small move was bliss. Utter bliss. She moaned, nipping at his lip.
    His response was to growl and up his pace, holding her hips until he slammed into her with an energy that spiraled her need higher.
    “You’re gorgeous,” Darrick panted, his face plain to see in the moonlight. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fucked her, hard and fast. Then Verne was back, something sliding against her leg as his warm chest brushed her back.
    “Did you miss me?” he breathing, pushing her hair aside to kiss along her neck. “Didn’t take me long to get us a few supplies to make things more… Comfortable.”
    She nodded, a moan on her lips as she tilted her head