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“Well, I hope you find her.”
He moves one hand lower, teasing toward the button on my pants. His other hand grips my hip like he’s holding me in place. I feel so powerless, so owned. I never dreamed I’d want to feel that way before. I never dreamed I’d hunger for it.
“Where’s Shadow?” I whisper.
“Hunting, roaming.”
“Aren’t you nervous he’ll run away?”
“He never has. I could call him now, and he’d come, but he’s not here. He can’t see us. Nobody can see us, Lexi.”
I gasp and bite down as he slips his hand under my pants into my underwear, groaning as he flows down my body. My pussy suddenly feels so wet, and I whimper when I fall against him. I sound so dramatic, but I don’t care.
I won’t let myself judge or critique every little thing. Instead, I move against him, rubbing up against his massive dick. He makes that savage, urgent groaning noise as his finger finds my clit.
Oh… This is… It’s so much more than when I touch it. He growls as he starts rubbing my clit. It burns hotly. My belly gets tight and warm and tingly. Everything is blazing. He growls like he knows what he’s doing to me, and it’s all he’s ever wanted.
My hips start shaking, almost like my instincts are trying to get me to run away, but he holds me firmly in place. Slipping that hand beneath my pants, he grips my naked hip, his powerful fingers adding to that hot feeling—that I’m-about-to-burst shimmering.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groans, slipping his hand lower, his fingers brushing over my entrance and folds. “Your pussy’s so damn perfect. Your lips… Fuck, everything about you is so perfectly thick, Lexi.”
“Thick?”
“Thick, plump, perfect,” he snaps, “and get that doubt out of your voice. Your hips, your tits, your ass, your juicy, tight virgin folds.” He teases me around my entrance. “But your slit is tight. I can feel it wrapping around my dick. I can feel you, Lexi.”
In a fierce movement, he returns to my clit, rubbing quicker this time. If I thought it was hot before, I’m completely glowing now. He holds me against him. The sounds he makes drive me closer and closer to the edge.
He’s obsessed. He’s groaning like he can’t believe it, and I’m the sexiest woman alive. I never knew I could feel so wanted. So feminine. So primal.
“I can feel you,” he snarls. “Your pussy’s so wet for me, Lexi. Your inexperienced body is gushing. Fuck. You’re so ready for me. Come. Come. Come.”
It’s like the last word triggers it. I collapse against him, pressing my legs closer together, finding it difficult to support myself. Being touched—having his hands claim me—is so new. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
It seems to last forever, but it also ends much too fast. I feel like I “wake up” when my pussy stops pulsing. He helps me to get my legs underneath me, then slides his hands up under my shirt and my bra. He starts massaging my breasts.
Reaching back, I stroke in the darkness, finding his manhood. “I want you, Colt,” I whisper. “I just don’t think I can… do that… yet. But I want you to feel what I just felt.”
I gasp when my hand finds his length through his pants. He’s even bigger than he felt pressed against my back and how he looked in the photo. His moans change quality. It’s like he’s trying to hold himself back.
He sinks his touch into my breasts almost greedily. “I’ll have to keep my hands here,” he groans. “Because the second you take my dick from my pants and start stroking, Lexi, I’m going to be on the goddamn edge. It’s going to take everything I have not to bend you over, strip you so I can see that thick ass glisten in the moonlight, and hammer you like a fucking savage.”
I turn toward him. He moves his arms briefly, letting me move, and then I reach forward and use both hands to undo his belt. He stares down at me, playing with my nipples, tickling them between his fingers. When his cock springs free, I almost take a step back.
The photo doesn’t show just how huge it is. He’s throbbing, a bit of precome glistening on his giant tip. I wrap my hand around his head, feeling his hands tighten on my breasts right away—a physical sign of his untamed pleasure.
As I begin stroking, I ask, “Is that right? Is that good?”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck.”
I laugh softly. “Is that a yes?”
His eyes widen as he stares down at me, then down at my hand stroking up and down his dick. He’s so, so hard like he’s ready to explode in my hand. He smooths one hand down, slips it back into my underwear, but this time moves around to my ass. He greedily massages my ass as I stroke his dick faster, harder.
