Page 44 of My Big Fat Shifter Wedding

The slow grin that spread on his face made me want to make him come so hard that he couldn’t think straight for a week.

“You sure you can?”

That got my vocabulary back into action. “Do you think I can’t?”

“I would never doubt you.” He carefully pulled out of me, and my entire pussy and abdomen ached from his absence. It was like an echo that demanded to be filled.

He settled beside me, and I appreciated the width of his king-sized bed, because I was able to get onto my shaky knees and straddle him without any risk of falling off. There were few things I hated more than being on top but feeling the mattress side giving way under my knee, making me uneven.

Keith held my waist with one hand for support and offered his other so I could grip it for balance. I didn’t need any help with that, but I took it anyway, if only because the point of connection was nice. Intimate, even.

“If you get tired, let me kn⁠—”

I sank down onto him in one smooth, unbroken motion.

“Shit!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, breathing heavily. Was I being a little cocky? Perhaps. But that was what happened when I had a good cock in me. Keith looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. I pushed myself up with my thighs, then sank back down again.

“Olivia!”

God, I liked the way he said my name.

And I also liked the new angle, because he hit something deep and aching and wonderful within me. I could feel I wasn’t going to last long, and I most certainly was not mad about it.

My thighs were, though.

Thankfully, they didn’t have long to complain, because within a handful of minutes, I was almost there, and I barely was able to warn Keith of it.

“That’s it, come on me. Come while you’re riding me like that,” Keith murmured along with a litany of other praises as he moved one hand up to cup my breast. “Wanna see you let go. Wanna see how beautiful you look when you come.”

Considering he was staring at the underside of my chin, I wasn’t quite sure how he could say that, but he sounded like he meant it, and I wasn’t exactly in the position to debate him. I gripped his hand harder, bouncing and rocking, forgetting to hold myself back.

With most people, that probably wouldn’t be an issue. But most people were people and not a wolf shifter. Suddenly a near-deafening cracking sound filled the room, and then I was falling. I dropped down at least a foot and a shocked scream escaped my mouth only to be cut off by a deep moan as Keith’s full length buried itself inside me.

Oops, I might have broken his bed frame. I’d let myself get a little too wild.

“Sorry,” I murmured. I was trying real hard to care, but it was difficult when I was so close to an orgasm.

“Don’t be,” Keith said, grinning from ear to ear. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. Besides, I am a carpenter after all.”

His logic was impeccable. “So keep going?” I hedged, not wanting to sound selfish.

“Olivia, if you stop, I might actually go insane.”

“I’m right there with you,” I said with a laugh. I picked up the pace again, adjusting to the change in the way the bed bounced now that it was, for all intents and purposes, on the floor. I gave it my all, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall my own personal drum line, even though I was the one being banged.

That was bad, even for m⁠—

Lightning struck my spine and I jolted ramrod straight.

“Fuck, Keith, I’m—” A sound almost like a howl ripped out of my throat as every muscle in my body locked up.

Keith gripped me harder and pumped up into me, drawing out my orgasm even longer.

“Olivia, I’m close,” he cried.

I fought to get oxygen into my lungs and looked down at him. “Come inside me.”