Page 34 of Strike Zone


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Fraggin’ hole. He groaned. The ecstasy radiating from that contact threatened to shred his control.

“Fates, you’re hard.” She grasped his shoulders and pulled herself upward. Her wet flesh slid along the length of his shaft, covering him with warmth.

His female let go of his shoulders.

She dropped. He folded his fingers over her hips to stabilize her. Her ass smacked against his upper thighs.

They both moaned.

His female pulled herself upward and then let herself fall, pulled herself upward and let herself fall. He assisted her with the ascent and blocked her from tumbling off him during the descent.

Her skin glistened with sweat. Stimulating little pants came from her parted lips. Her pussy juices streamed between his balls. His cock was branded with her scent.

Strike sought to give her power over their breeding. He clenched his jaw and endured the sweet torment.

But his restraint frayed more and more. She felt too good, too right.

And the urge to act overwhelmed him. “Have. To. Move.”

“Move. My male.” She huffed. “Move. Into me.”

That was the only direction he wanted to go. He propelled upward as she plummeted toward him. Their bodies crashed together. Heat and pleasure radiated from all the points of connection.

“Yes.” His female vibrated against him. Her nipples brushed against his chest in the softest of caresses. Her ass massaged his thighs.

“Yes.” He surged forward and pressed his lips against her forehead. Her skin tasted of salt and sweetness. It was an enthralling combination.

He helped his female draw herself upward once more. And he thrust against her as she fell. They collided again and again.

Passion cascaded over him, building, building. His little human experienced that escalating fervor also. Her beautiful face flushed with pink pigment. Her eyes shone. Her arms and legs trembled.

“Need.” A plea encased that word. His female was close to completion.

“I will give you what you need.” He’d give them what they both needed.

Strike cupped her ass with his palms. He lifted her along him until his rim skimmed her clit.

Then he swiveled her hips, grinding her against him, granting them both pleasure.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” His female became increasingly breathless. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

That hint of pain escalated his bliss.

“Strike?” She met his gaze. There was a universe of wanting in her big brown eyes.

“Your Strike.” He drove her down along him. Hard. And he thrust upward with everything he had.

Flesh slapped flesh. His female screamed. All of her gyrated.

She bathed his cock with wetness and sweet sensations.

He gritted his teeth so hard he heard a crack, and he fought the urge to come with her. A dab of pre-cum formed on his tip. His muscles flexed.

His female’s shaking eased.

Strike ruthlessly pulled himself away from the emotional cliff looming before him.

“Fates.” She slumped against him. “And that was without taking you inside me.”

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