Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
He groans, pressing his muzzle against the side of my face, and his hips jerk. He thrusts into me, and I suck in a breath, because that feels…different. Different than just having his enormous penis hanging out inside me, forcing my innards to make room for him.
Hawk thrusts into me again, and my breath stutters. All right, that definitely feels good. “Better,” I whisper. “Oh, so much better. I think I like that.”
If he can understand me, he doesn’t show it. He grips me by the hips and continues to pound into me, his movements slow and steady and sure. I relax, because this whole “rutting” thing isn’t so bad. My pussy is a little achy, but overall I’m enjoying this. I love the strange way he feels over me. How big he is and how small and dainty he makes me feel. I never thought I’d care if I was tiny or helpless, but under him, I like the sensation of being smaller and lost against his larger strength.
He moves quicker, his shuttling hips picking up speed. His breath accelerates, too, and he’s starting to push into me with such force that our hips slap together, and my pussy makes a wet, squelching sound. He leans over me and drives deep, his hips working, and I gasp as he lifts one of my legs, locking it around his hips. It changes the angle of his thrusting, and everything feels intense. My pussy clenches around him, tightening as another orgasm crawls through my veins, and I wheeze as every muscle in my lower body locks up in response, the climax making my back taut.
Hawk grunts, and then moves faster, hunching over me. I’m dimly aware of his presence, of his pounding, merciless cock, as the pleasure of release washes over me. I’m so glad I agreed to do this. So glad that Hawk is mine. So…
He pushes deeper into my body, and something enormous hammers at the entrance to my channel.
My eyes fly open, and I tense. “H-Hawk?”
He grunts again, lost in the moment, and pushes harder. When that unyielding, too-large bit pushes against my body once more, I realize that he hasn’t knotted me yet. That there’s even more to fit inside.
Oh gods. I suck in a breath. Now I see the issue. He pushes against me, and when my body doesn’t give, he makes a frustrated, bestial sound. He lifts his hand to his mouth, his long, thick tongue snaking out, and licks his fingers. Then his hand moves between our bodies, quicker than I can process what he’s doing, and he rubs my clit with it.
I cry out at how good it feels, new pleasure surging through my body. More slick comes from me, the wet noises between us growing even louder.
As I do, he thrusts forward sharply, and then he’s inside my slicked, well-juiced body. Sort of. He pushes and pushes, wedging his knot into my wet heat, and I bite my lip. All the while, his hand works on my clit, and it’s the oddest mixture of pleasure and discomfort I’ve ever felt. It’s too much, his knot. I can’t take it all. He continues to press into me, and I feel as if my body is going to shatter around him, that I’m too tight. That I can’t take any more. I clamp on to his surging body tightly, unable to do more than hold on as he knots me.
He fills me so full that I can’t bear it, and all of me quakes and trembles. With another animalistic growl, he pushes deep again, and it’s like something gives inside me. We both gasp, and then Hawk is the one shuddering, his big body shivering as his release boils out of him. I wait, and then it’s like something wet spills inside me. I squirm at the sensation, and he makes a low gasping sound and it sets off another round. Over and over, I feel him bathing my insides with his release, and just when I think he’s done, he lets out another jet and groans once more.
And I’m helpless to do anything but take it. Take all of it. The exquisite pleasure of the orgasms have disappeared, and everything feels tight and achy and uncomfortable. Even Hawk’s pleasant, heavy weight over me feels like a bit too much. I bite my lip, because this is part of what he warned me about—that he’d knot me and we’d be stuck together, bodies locked, until he releases me.
I just didn’t ask how long it would take.
I really should have, I chide myself, even as I shift underneath him, trying to get comfortable. How long are we going to be together like this? Hours? Days?
I remain quiet, playing with the short hair that covers his shoulders as I wait for him to find himself.