Pack Princess (Paranormal Shapeshifer BBW Romance): (Devil Riders MC) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Milly Taiden, Mina Carter
explosions bringing her blood from simmering to full boil. It wasn't just his lips and the way he owned her with his mouth and tongue. No. There was more. An elemental, primal connection she didn't want to acknowledge.
He'd spanked her. Actually had the nerve to slap her ass, and instead of being outraged, she wanted to beg him to do it again. One thing was for sure, she was about to get much more than just a night of hot sex.
He urged her back toward the bed, and she didn’t stop him. Hell, her higher brain functions had taken a hike out into the wide blue yonder, leaving her defenseless. He broke the kiss, turning her around in one swift move. She staggered on her heels, but he was already there, one arm around her waist supporting her at the same time he yanked the zipper at her spine down.
She moaned as the cooler air of the room hit her exposed skin, suddenly glad she’d worn the lingerie. Black satin and lace from one of her favorite boutiques made her feel wanton just touching it…knowing he was looking at it? Her panties were in meltdown.
He divested her of the dress with a speed that spoke of long practice. Only his hissed exhale and pause when he’d thrown it aside told her that the sight affected him. Then he moved, pressed his hips against hers, and the thick bar of his cock against her ass told her all she needed to know.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Princess,” he growled by her ear, big hands sliding around to cup her tits over her push-up bra. Her generous cleavage practically overflowed the cups. His breathing hitched. She took that to mean he liked her breasts.
He cupped the girls, his hands not gentle, but not rough either. Just enough to arouse. He found the lace at the edge of the cups, then ventured within. She gasped, biting her lip as his fingers found her nipples, stroking them to attention under the fabric.
“And this is pretty, but it needs off. Now.” He reached between the cups and flicked the clasp. It gave, the cups falling away and tumbling her tits into his hands.
She lolled her head back into his chest. His hands on her body felt good. Right. Like they belonged there. She wanted, no, needed more. Her own breathing filled her ears, and need controlled her every move. “One of us is overdressed. And it's not me.”
He nipped her ear, the pain small but sharp, shooting a line of fire right down to her clit. It throbbed, as eager for his attention as her nipples. “My way, my rules. Problem with that?”
She wanted to ask too many questions. It was her nature. Instead, she shook her head and followed her instincts. “No. What do you have in mind?”
“What I have in mind? You’ll have to wait and see.”
He moved, the loss of his body heat against her back making her shiver. His hand landed on her ass again, warming her with an entirely different kind of fire. She jumped, but the sound that emerged wasn’t one of pain, but pure desire. Before she could recover from the spank, he tweaked her nipple, making her jump and gasp again. She wanted this, wanted him.
“Seems the princess likes a little bit of pain.”
He was back, his breath washing over the side of her neck and stirring the small hairs at her hairline. Another slap and she was ready to squirm and beg. His rough palm stroked over her ass, then his fingers curled under her panties, dragging them down inch by slow inch. For each inch, he played with her nipple. Stroking. Pulling. Tweaking.
The underwear fell around her ankles, and he stepped away. She pouted and made to turn, but his growl warned her to stay where she was.
“On the bed, hands on the headboard. And don’t move unless you’re told to.”
Chapter Three
She bit her lip to keep from saying the sarcastic reply that came to mind. She was this close to coming without him even doing anything and the last thing she wanted was for him change his mind.
She jumped to do his bidding, all the while wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She wasn't
He'd spanked her. Actually had the nerve to slap her ass, and instead of being outraged, she wanted to beg him to do it again. One thing was for sure, she was about to get much more than just a night of hot sex.
He urged her back toward the bed, and she didn’t stop him. Hell, her higher brain functions had taken a hike out into the wide blue yonder, leaving her defenseless. He broke the kiss, turning her around in one swift move. She staggered on her heels, but he was already there, one arm around her waist supporting her at the same time he yanked the zipper at her spine down.
She moaned as the cooler air of the room hit her exposed skin, suddenly glad she’d worn the lingerie. Black satin and lace from one of her favorite boutiques made her feel wanton just touching it…knowing he was looking at it? Her panties were in meltdown.
He divested her of the dress with a speed that spoke of long practice. Only his hissed exhale and pause when he’d thrown it aside told her that the sight affected him. Then he moved, pressed his hips against hers, and the thick bar of his cock against her ass told her all she needed to know.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Princess,” he growled by her ear, big hands sliding around to cup her tits over her push-up bra. Her generous cleavage practically overflowed the cups. His breathing hitched. She took that to mean he liked her breasts.
He cupped the girls, his hands not gentle, but not rough either. Just enough to arouse. He found the lace at the edge of the cups, then ventured within. She gasped, biting her lip as his fingers found her nipples, stroking them to attention under the fabric.
“And this is pretty, but it needs off. Now.” He reached between the cups and flicked the clasp. It gave, the cups falling away and tumbling her tits into his hands.
She lolled her head back into his chest. His hands on her body felt good. Right. Like they belonged there. She wanted, no, needed more. Her own breathing filled her ears, and need controlled her every move. “One of us is overdressed. And it's not me.”
He nipped her ear, the pain small but sharp, shooting a line of fire right down to her clit. It throbbed, as eager for his attention as her nipples. “My way, my rules. Problem with that?”
She wanted to ask too many questions. It was her nature. Instead, she shook her head and followed her instincts. “No. What do you have in mind?”
“What I have in mind? You’ll have to wait and see.”
He moved, the loss of his body heat against her back making her shiver. His hand landed on her ass again, warming her with an entirely different kind of fire. She jumped, but the sound that emerged wasn’t one of pain, but pure desire. Before she could recover from the spank, he tweaked her nipple, making her jump and gasp again. She wanted this, wanted him.
“Seems the princess likes a little bit of pain.”
He was back, his breath washing over the side of her neck and stirring the small hairs at her hairline. Another slap and she was ready to squirm and beg. His rough palm stroked over her ass, then his fingers curled under her panties, dragging them down inch by slow inch. For each inch, he played with her nipple. Stroking. Pulling. Tweaking.
The underwear fell around her ankles, and he stepped away. She pouted and made to turn, but his growl warned her to stay where she was.
“On the bed, hands on the headboard. And don’t move unless you’re told to.”
Chapter Three
She bit her lip to keep from saying the sarcastic reply that came to mind. She was this close to coming without him even doing anything and the last thing she wanted was for him change his mind.
She jumped to do his bidding, all the while wondering what the hell was wrong with her. She wasn't
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