by Smith, Debra
His mouth left her and blazed a trail to her navel. He dipped his tongue inside as if he was licking ice cream. Then his fangs grazed her hip, making her arch into his mouth. He spanned his palm over her stomach to hold her in place.
He brought his mouth to her core and used his tongue to circle her swollen bud. It was slow and delicious, just enough to keep her on the edge but not send her over.
Her head thrashed, and then her eyes found his. This powerful male was kneeling at the apex of her thighs, vibrating with pleasure. She was lost to him as he sucked her clit into his mouth, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her legs clenched, begging him to stay while her hands tried to push him away.
His weight lifted for just a moment, and then he returned gloriously naked. "Two down." He purred pleased with himself.
When she thought she couldn't take anymore, he buried himself with a swift thrust, all the way to the hilt. He didn't stop his assault as he withdrew almost completely and buried himself again, the force causing the most delicious friction. She was building to her climax as he stroked her but she couldn't go over the edge. Her skin tingled and was flushed from his touch.
"I can't." She cried.
He leaned forward, making his pelvis brush her clit as he continued his sensuous torture.
"Oh God."
Her body convulsed as her core gripped the steel of his erection desperate to keep him inside her.
His breath fanned along her skin as he whispered his praise. "Good girl."
Then with a final push, he came, flowing deep inside her.
He fell to on top of her, careful to support his weight and not crush her smaller frame.
She closed her eyes, drained, sated, and blissfully happy.
"I thought you said four." she teased.
"I am not finished, just resting."
He swelled inside her as she blinked up at him.
"How?"
"My dear, sweet, Jenifer, I will always be ready for you."
He pulled out and flipped her drowsy body over to her belly.
"Do you remember when I said I would fuck you in this sweet, tight ass?"
"Yes." she squeaked.
He dipped his finger into the evidence of their lovemaking and circled her rear entrance.
"You can't. You won't fit."
"Shh…"
He continued to spread the moisture from front to back and then he pressed his finger inside stretching her.
She moaned and pushed against his hand, startled by the unique pressure. She felt primal, stuck in carnal lust, as he pushed another finger into her forbidden opening.
"Gryph," she pleaded, unsure if she was asking for more or for him to relent.
He rose above her, poised to enter. "Relax."
She did her best to listen as he feed his length inside her. Her breath rushed out as her hands dug into the earth. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size, and then he began to slowly stroke her. He fisted her hair and locked his mouth on hers, seizing her cries of pleasure. He moved Jenny's hair to one side. Then he bit down, marking her as his, claiming her for everyone to see.
Jenny cried out as she came, her inner walls spasmed, massaging the bottom of Gryph's rock hard sex. He followed with a brutal yell as he filled her. He pulled her body into his, careful not to crush her with his weight as he rested on his side. He laved at her mark.
"Now, Jenifer, we can go home."
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