Page 66 of Monsters and Beauties

I stood by the entrance to this little alcove and watched the rain fall. The sound of the droplets hitting leaves had this musical lithe to it. It was beautiful.

When I turned to face Wolf, I noticed he was perched on a boulder. Before I knew his intentions, he gripped my waist and adjusted me in his lap like I was some doll he could move around at his leisure.

He stared into my eyes for so long it made me feel bare. “What?” I asked softly.

“You fill this void in me I didn’t know I had.” He took my hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. “Right here. You fill me right here.”

I softened against him and smiled. “Same,” I whispered, not realizing how much I meant those words until they were out in the open.

Once Wolf had me positioned the way he wanted, with our chests pressed against each other and my legs straddling his waist, he placed his enormous paw on the small of my back and leaned in to run his snout along the side of my throat.

“I’ve never smelled anything sweeter than you. You make my mouth water, my little human.”

I let my head fall to the side and closed my eyes as he scented me. I couldn’t explain the sensation I felt when he did this. It was a mixture of comfort and desire.

We just sat there, with Wolf smelling me as I ran my fingers through his thick fur. I could’ve fallen asleep this way, his colossal body cradling mine, the sound of the rain falling and birds calling out in the distance.

He was hard underneath my ass, that thick length digging into my flesh and causing me to squirm as my desire grew. I was a fiend for Wolf. His claws gripped me tighter, and he nosed my neck, pushing my hair away from my throat.

“Put me inside of you.”

The way he said that, his tone serrated and dominating, as if I wouldn’t dare deny him, had fresh moisture pooling in between my legs.

I didn’t know how I got my pants off, but here they were, my leggings hanging around one ankle, my pussy so wet I embarrassingly dripped my arousal onto his hard cock.

I looked between us, watching him grow harder, thicker, and couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and stroking him from uncut tip to wide base.

I slid my fingers down to grip his heavy, fur covered balls, the weight substantial in my palm.

He gave a harsh groan and dragged his coarse tongue along the side of my neck before licking my cheek, then my mouth, and gently probing between my lips. He was also gentle, mindful of his sharp teeth. I sucked on his tongue, twirling mine along his much larger one, and lined the tip of his dick with my pussy hole. And then I slid down in one fluid motion.

Even though we had sex several times, I didn’t think I’d ever be prepared or ready to take him. His size was just too monumental.

But I wanted that pain, wanted to feel the burning and stretching. I wanted Wolf to force his way inside, struggling because he was just so big and couldn't fully fit.

It was those thoughts and images in my mind, the feeling of his claws scraping up and down my back before he gripped my ass, that had me rising and falling back down.

I rode him hard and feverishly, not even sure who this woman was as I bounced on his dick and just let myself feel.

The smell of him, the sound of his groaning, and the feel of him inside of me, had me coming so hard and fast it shocked me so much I cried out.

He smacked my ass once, twice, and on the third time he gripped the flesh and pulled me down until our bodies were completely touching.

His cock jerked inside of me, and the feeling was so intense I felt another spark of ecstasy claim me. His cum was hot and thick inside of me, and I moaned, rotating my hips around, rolling them back-and-forth.

I wanted to stand up and have his seed slipping out of me and down my inner thighs. That nasty thought had me leaning in and sucking on his tongue again.

But just as my orgasm faded, he gripped my hips and lifted me off of him, his cock sliding out of me, all wet and sloppy from getting off on me.

When Wolf shoved me down to my knees, I lost my balance and rocked back. He gripped a chunk of my hair behind my head, tugging at the strands, and jerked me.

I moaned at how good that sting felt, how his focus was on my face, his eyes blazing with primal need.

Kneeling between his thighs brought me face-to-face with his cock, and I clenched my thighs and felt a flush steal over my breasts at how it jutted toward me.

He fisted his length, and I was riveted to the sight of how glossy his cock appeared, knowing all that wetness covered him because he was just buried deep inside my body.

Thick beads of cum dribbled out of the slit and before I could lean in and lick it clean, he ground out, “Suck me off and make me come again.”

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