Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Trembling, I pressed back against him. Instead of shying away, I opened myself for the broad head as it rubbed against my entrance, spreading my own wetness and his. And when it found my opening, I spread my knees wider, lowering my chest to the grass, presenting myself…helping him.
The Beast made a low, rumbling sound of approval and one big, warm, furred hand stroked down my spine. Then he pushed forward, into me, entering me for the first time.
The stretching sensation as the massive head began to push inside was almost too much to take.
“God—oh, God!” I gasped as I felt my inner walls straining, burning as they were forced to accommodate his impossible girth. I felt his big, hairy paws reach forward, his claws carefully sheathed, to palm my swaying breasts, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over my sensitized nipples.
Then, to my utter surprise, he spoke.
“Hold…still.”
His voice was low and rough—more of an animal’s growl than human speech—but I understood the words. They vibrated through me, making my whole body tremble.
“I… I’m trying,” I panted into the grass, my fingers clutching at the roots. “You’re so big!”
“Come… in you,” he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. “Help… you… open.”
“All right,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “All right—do it.”
I held as still as I could while he stroked and tugged my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. And then he began to move—just the huge, slick head of his cock sliding in and out of my tightly stretched entrance, an inch at a time.
The friction was maddening—stretching me a little more with each shallow thrust. Oh God, would this never end? I wanted it to be over…and yet my body never wanted it to stop.
Then the Beast grunted again, and I felt it—a hot, wet spurt deep inside me. A moment later and a scalding gush of his cum flooded my channel.
I gasped and arched my back, opening even more for him. I had never felt it when Carter came inside me—he never left more than a trickle of cum when he took me.
It was different with the Beast. He was flooding me—pumping so much of his cum into my trembling pussy that it ran out again, making hot rivulets down my bare thighs. And as he came, he tugged my nipples, making me moan for him…making me want more even though I knew I shouldn’t.
But though he came and came, he never softened. He remained rock-hard and thicker than ever. I could feel it in the way he was nudging deeper inside me.
“Now,” he growled in my ear, the word a promise and a threat. “Now is time to fuck you…breed you. Keep your pussy open…for my cock.”
“I…I’ll try!” I moaned.
“Good,” he growled. And then he pushed forward.
I cried out, a sound of mingled pain and blinding pleasure, as the enormous shaft plowed into me, filling me relentlessly. The burning stretch was still there, but it was changing, melting under the heat of his seed. My inner walls, slick with his cum, began to give way, stretching to take him.
I moaned and held still for him, submitting just as he had ordered. I knew it was his seed, helping me open. His cream filled me, making the invasion of his thick cock possible.
And then the Beast gripped my hips in his huge hands and began to fuck me.
It was a slow, deep, powerful rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper, until I felt the head of his cock kissing a place inside me I’d never known existed.
“Ah…ah…” I moaned, unable to be silent as he plowed me.
My breasts swayed heavily with each powerful drive of his hips, his rough palms never leaving them, pinching and rolling my nipples until they were exquisitely sore.
His hot, panting breath washed over the back of my neck and shoulders—a constant reminder of the wild thing that had me. The sounds we made together were audible—the wet, rhythmic slap of his furred hips against my ass…our combined ragged breathing…my own soft, involuntary cries as he filled me over and over.
I thought again of everyone in the Pack watching me—watching me get fucked by the Beast. I should care about that—I should be embarrassed—ashamed. And part of me was—but another, bigger part, didn’t care. My Heat Cycle was peaking—urging me on—making me want this, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
“Oh God, please…please!” I panted, but I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.
His heavy balls slapped against my sensitive, swollen clit with every deep thrust, the impact sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Soon, even shame and humiliation were distant memories. There was only this—the overwhelming fullness…the deep, internal frictio…and the building coil of pleasure in my belly.
Despite everything, my body was betraying me, climbing towards the peak.