by Marie Mason
Lily couldn’t breathe.
“Lily, are you listening to me?” He gave a sharp thrust and added yet another finger to those exploring her ass. She had to breathe deeply against the sharp burning.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Already she was feeling the tremors of another orgasm gathering inside. She hazily thought of something she could do to displease him so she could feel his cock in her ass right now.
“Oh, baby, you are heaven and hell all at the same time. I want to take you every way I can.” He gave a deep growl. “Damn, if I don’t want to do it all at once.”
He thrust forward, filling her slowly. She was wet with wanting. His thickness made her throb again. She pushed back, trying to hurry his possession. His hand slapped her ass check. “Stop.”
Instead of pushing deeper, he withdrew until only the very tip of his head remained inside.
“Ethan.” She was only a little surprised that his name came out on something of a growl.
“Do you want me, Lily?”
She gritted her teeth, determined not to give into his commanding tone.
Another slap to her ass. She moaned. He was spanking her. And damn if it wasn’t turning her on.
He thrust forward again.
“Do you want me, Lily?”
Indecision played in Lily’s mind. She was pretty certain if she said no, she’d get another slap. Plus for her. If she said yes, she’d get his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Plus for her again. Smiling, she decided she was in a win-win situation.
“Oh, Lily, girl, you are very, very naughty.” She felt his weight shift and whined at the loss of his fingers in her ass. His hands gripped the arm of the couch right above her head. The movement pressed him deep inside. He moved. Filled her. Quickly. Sharply. He was possessing her on a very primitive level. He moved one hand back to her hip, caressing the padded flesh of her butt. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” He gave her another smack and she jumped. And then moaned.
“Yes.”
He kept pumping inside her. Again. And again. He spanked her. Again and again. When her ass cheek felt like it had been set on fire, he stopped, switching hands to deliver the same marvelous punishment to her left butt check. She was almost ashamed at the juices flowing from her body. The need curling up inside her, wanting a way out.
He moved faster and faster and she felt the hot burning where their bodies joined together.
Just when she was about to beg him to do something, anything, he stopped spanking her and funneled his fingers through the curly thatch of hair covering her mound. His thumb and forefinger found her clit. He pinched it sharply and she went over the edge. He drove into her, grinding his groin against her ass until she had all of him, her body stretching and straining to take him as she had before. She groaned as his release rolled over him and triggered another from her.
Panting beneath his heaving body, Lily realized if she wasn’t pregnant yet, she surely would be by morning. Her wolf would see to that.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is [email protected] or you can find her on Facebook.
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Her second story, Blind Date with a Bear is due out in November.
EXCERPT FROM BLIND DATE WITH A BEAR
Oh, she was so in trouble now. It had taken Deb a month to convince Paige she should go out with her brother. When she’d finally said yes, their schedules had prevented a date earlier last week, at least that’s what Deb had told her. More than likely Quinn had said no and it had taken Deb a week to convince her brother a blind date with her co-worker was a good idea.
She’d seen pictures of Deb’s siblings and her eyes had always been drawn to Quinn, even though all the Blackhawk siblings were drop dead gorgeous. Deb and her two sisters were three of the most beautiful women Paige had ever seen. Extra curves or not.
And Paige…well Paige was not the prettiest bud on the flower, but she wasn’t exactly a weed either.
Sexual impulses did not come to her often. Not because she didn’t want sex, but she wanted hot, sweaty, you-make-me-wild sex. Her two encounters had been less than fulfilling.
So what made Quinn the living, breathing embodiment of her personal ideal of what a man should be?
First, he was big. Tall, broad shouldered, a trim, fantastic body–hey big girls appreciate a fine specimen of manhood, too. His bone structure was to die for; apparently, Native American was part of the bear shifter DNA. Riveting brown eyes, a mouth both firm and sensuous set in a well-shaped head and topped with sun-kissed golden brown hair. His bear must be beautiful.
He was blatantly male, strong, self-confident, determined, and even a bit arrogant. What male shifter wasn’t?
Quinn interested her, excited her. But would she want something he didn’t?
Deb had hinted that Quinn was looking for a serious relationship, but Paige knew shifters mated. And they knew who their mate was as soon as they met them, or smelled them. They didn’t ‘settle down’. Quinn had given no indication that Paige was his true mate. If he had, wouldn’t he have slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the nearest bed?
But oh, how would it feel to be this man’s chosen mate? She sighed dramatically and his eyebrow arched. To prevent another slip, she grabbed a roll and lathered it with butter. Might as well make the most of the meal.
After she popped the piece of bread in her mouth, he took her hand and licked her fingers where a small amount of butter had fallen.
“Honey butter. My favorite.”
If someone were to have asked her how she felt in that very moment, she would have described the sensations as arrows of heat striking her womb and setting it on fire.
No, apparently she wasn’t Quinn’s destined mate, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy him while he searched. It was time to learn to be…if not bad, maybe a little naughty. Her insides tingled at the look in his eyes as he licked away the butter. Or a lot naughty.