He grabs my breast and pushes them together, sucking one and then the other, a deep growling sounding coming from the back of his throat like the reflexive snarling of a wolf.
“Fuck,” he gasps, rearing up again, this time to grab his shirt and begin pulling it off.
I fire awake, enthused by the sight of his body, the hint of his abs as his shirt creeps up. I grab his shirt and help him pull it over his head, revealing – inch by tantalizing inch – the rock hard surface of his unyielding torso. I stare as buzzing horniness dominates my body at the sight of his smooth, muscled flesh like he’s carved of marble.
I glance lower and see that his belt buckle is straining against his cock, a solid outline in his pants, pressing indomitably.
“You go first,” he smirks, watching me. “Show me that wet pussy, Kat. Play with it while I take my dick out. Go on. Now.”
He stands and starts to slowly unbuckle his belt.
I stare down at him as I wriggle out of my panties, my nerves falling by the wayside as I focus on this moment, the here and now obliterating everything else.
My panties on the floor, I softly stroke myself, my lips, my clit, staring as his pants fall down his body and—
Whoa.
Jesus freaking Christ.
His monster cock springs free, eleven inches of pure flesh-colored steel, glistening where his precome has smeared up and down his length in the prison of his trousers.
“Faster,” he snarls, stalking closer to the bed again, his massive engorged length bobbing up and down, the head seeming to pulsate with his withheld release.
I grind my whole palm against my pussy, smearing my wetness, tingling nerves returning as I drink in the sight of him, the size of him.
He’s so big and the thought that I won’t be able to take him shatters into me.
I keep rubbing, quicker, focusing on the grooves of his abs and the sweat making his sliver peppered hair an even deeper shade of silver, my experienced SEAL billionaire alpha, all mine, and no-one else’s.
Forever.
“Get yourself wet and ready for my seed,” he snarls, falling with a hunter’s grace onto the end of the bed, leaning over me, his bobbing cock stroking my hand as I keep rubbing myself.
And then, on a sudden surge of confidence whim, I grab the base of his throbbing length and begin to stroke. I smooth his precome from the base of him to the tip, stunned by the absolute hardness of him, the way there’s no give to his cock at all.
He feels absolutely freaking solid.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Your hand … God … it feels so perfect. But not as perfect as your heat.”
I gasp as he reaches down and guides his head to my opening, arching his back slightly as he angles inside of me, the massive tip of him parting my lips and then pushing in a little at a time.
I bite down on my lip as we stare into each other’s eyes, and I get the sense that he’s watching to see how I’m taking him, all of his massive eleven-inch freaking cock.
A whisper of discomfort sounds inside of me.
But then he’s buried balls deep and he just holds himself there, and he whispers, with gruff softness, “Relax, Kat. Just relax. Our bodies know what to do. My seed, your womb—they want this, need this.”
I do as he says, take a deep breath …
And then an elixir of desire-infused calmness moves through me, starting at the end of his cock and then whispering to my womb, and then spreading tingling hands and drifting through me.
I let out a shivering cry and feel my eyes widen with the shock of the pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, feeling the silky smooth sheets against my ass and back as I gaze up into his face, as twisted with lust as mine must be. “This is—oh—Don’t stop, Colton …”
He slides out slowly, making me feel every inch of him, and then leans down and I wrap my arms around him.
I feel something pass between us, some silent acknowledgment that this is it, this is the moment where we give into our bodies’ primal instincts and let all other concerns melt away like vapor in hot air.
He starts to pump his hips faster, his giant cock slamming in and out of me, the girth of him pressing against the walls of my pussy as steamy wetness slides between us.
I feel my legs beginning to quiver as I dig my fingernails into the taut muscles of his back, squeezing so tightly that I expect to pierce his flesh, but instead they begin to bend against his hard-muscled body.
He rears up and stares down at me, eyes fixated on my bouncing breasts as he drives into me again and again, getting harder and more frenetic with each fleshy contact.