Lycan Heat, S. Yule [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

felt for him. His spicy, male taste hit her tongue and swept through her like a thunderstorm. He growled, cupped her nape, and held her to him as he slanted his mouth over hers and deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced, dueled, and sampled until their breaths came in pants, and she squirmed against his hard body, aching for his possession.

She placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed. When he frowned, she giggled and reached for the button on his jeans again. This time, he didn’t stop her, and watched from under half closed lids as she released him and he sprang free, thick and hard. She knew he was big, but he still stole her breath.

She circled him in her hand and stroked once before touching her tongue to the tip. He groaned and she licked him from top to base and back before closing her lips over the thick head and sucking him down the back of her throat.

“You’re going to kill me, Sherry.”

When she mumbled without releasing him from her mouth, he groaned again. Realizing the vibrations had enhanced the sensation, she hummed around him as she circled her tongue along the thick vein that ran the length of him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, arched his hips as he encouraged her down over him, and she swallowed him again and again. She felt such 81

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power at being able to pleasure him this way. She wanted to lick and suck on him until he came, but he gently pulled her away before she could finish.

She began to protest, but his mouth swooped down on hers as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She stared up at him as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, and her mouth went dry at the expanse of muscular chest exposed. He was a work of art, and she wanted to learn every line of him with her fingers, mouth and tongue. His erection stood proud and lay against his stomach, stopping just under his navel.

His eyes glowed brighter when he saw where she was staring. “Baby, if you keep looking at me like that, there won’t be any more foreplay, and I’m dying to taste you again.”

When his eyes swept down and rested between her legs, her cheeks flamed. She remembered what his mouth felt like on her, what his tongue felt like slipping between her folds and circling her clit. She grew wet just thinking about it. He sniffed the air, groaned, and closed his eyes as if reaching for some modicum of control.

He opened his eyes and pushed the denim the rest of the way down his legs. She was glad he didn’t wear underwear because it would only take longer to get him completely naked. He kneeled at the end of the bed, circled an ankle in each hand, and pulled her toward him until her knees were draped over his shoulders.

He pushed the black silk up over her hips and gasped when he saw the matching thong. He ran a finger along her slit over the fabric, creating a delicious friction that made her hips buck in response. He bent and licked her through her panties, and she cried out as sensation pulsed through her.

When he reached up and cupped her breasts, her nipples pebbled in response. He rolled them gently between his fingers, and invisible strings of pleasure shot to her core each time he pinched them, and her body caught fire.

He kissed the insides of her legs and ran his hands over her thighs before pushing the silk scrap of panties to the side, exposing her to his now probing tongue. He ate at her until her orgasm neared and then he retreated, as if he knew she was teetering on the edge of release. He stood, yanked the panties 82

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off, and tossed her to her stomach before covering her with his big body. He pulled her hips back, placed one arm under her belly, his other hand flat in the middle of her back, and pushed her against the mattress, keeping her ass high in the air and pressed against him.

His cock teased at her opening and her moisture coated him until he slipped easily back and forth along her delicate folds. She pushed back against him as he slid inside her, stilling after he went as deep as he could while he groaned and she cried out his name.

He held perfectly still for what seemed like an eternity before rotating his hips against her. She pulled forward until only the head of his thick cock remained inside, then arched to meet his thrust as he slammed back home.

She stretched around him, and her muscles gripped him so tightly he growled.

“My God. You are so wet and tight for me.” He stilled again, as if savoring the way their bodies fit together, and she groaned in protest.

“Piers!”

“Impatient, baby?” He chuckled.

She turned her head to gaze up at him, gave him the wickedest smile she could muster, and flexed her hips back and up at the same time until he slid even further in her. His eyes glowed, and he growled right before he started pumping into her at a frenzied pace.

She bucked back as he slammed into her. He jerked her to him each time he thrust in her, their bodies slapping together with each grind of his hips.

Within moments, her orgasm shot through her, her muscles clamped around him, and she cried out as she rocked against him, riding out the waves crashing over her as he yelled out her name while his release pulsed in hot jets inside her.

Afterward, he lay on his back, and she sprawled across his chest while he toyed with her hair. Once her body calmed a bit, she propped herself up on him.

“What?” He smiled at her.

“I meant what I said in the dream. I