Cannon

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“Oh, Cannon, oh, Cannon, I think I’m going to come again!”

She was on the edge of an intense orgasm. Even more than the first. She looked to the side of the cave and saw the silhouette of Cannon’s strong back bent toward her – worshipping his goddess. This turned her on more than she thought possible.

Cannon brought his fingers to the tip of her opening, then slowly guided them into her wetness. She gasped at the sensation as he moved in and out, in and out. She felt like a waterfall was going to stream out of her when she finally came. But instead of worrying about the results, she eased into it, closing her eyes and rhythmically moving against his strokes.

A volcano erupted inside her soon enough. It moved from the center of her stomach and sent shockwaves through her bones. It seemed to last over a minute – streams of pleasure taking her out of reality – and she shook with the aftershock.

“Oh f**k, oh my f*****g God, Cannon!” Ryver lay with her arms over her face, breathing hard. She moaned and rocked back and forth. Cannon moved up her body with gentle kisses, eventually falling next to her, kissing her neck as she took in the moment.

“Holy s**t, Cannon.” She took her arms off her face then glanced down, realizing that Cannon was still completely erect. “You haven’t even come yet.”

Cannon chuckled. “I almost did, watching you. You’re like a f*****g piece of art, Ryver.”

She quivered, reaching out to touch his face. “I want you inside me. Please.”

Cannon kissed her. “I want that too, love.”

CANNON

Cannon adored how badly Ryver wanted him. It was a different feeling to have someone desire you that completely. He had been shifter females, but he had never had this feeling. This feeling of knowing someone before you really knew them, especially when it came to s*x. He felt this inclination to be extra-gentle with her – a shifter’s hunger could be a powerful thing not all humans would be able to take. He could easily hurt her if he lost control of himself and his desires.

He had experiences in the past where he had lost control and had hurt people he cared about. It was much easier to have an intense f**k session with another shifter because their strength and ability to absorb pain was at a higher threshold than humans.

So he went slow, despite Ryver’s clear complaints. He felt himself rock hard and knew that if he let himself go wild, he could potentially tear her and really injure her in this place where they weren’t close to help. He wanted to make love to her, but he had to do it properly.

He grinned as he moved on top of her, not completely letting his weight fall. Her eyes blazed at him. “I have to go slow with this, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

She pulled him in closer, kissing him deeply. He felt the need to let go entirely, to passionately lose himself in her. But he couldn’t.

“I trust you, my big bad dragon.”

And within that trust, he knew he could do no wrong.

On top of her, he placed the tip of his p***s near the edge of her opening. He could feel her heart aching for him. He slowly moved inside her, paying close attention to her every movement. She bit the top of her lip and gazed up at him.

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?”

She laughed, touching his face lovingly. “Yes, my love. You can keep going.”

Love? Did she love him?

He moved inside her. She opened her legs wider so she could take him in. With long breaths, Cannon was able to get completely inside her and felt like he could c*m instantly at the sensation of her tightness.

“Oh my god. I feel so full. So stretched.” She smiled lovingly at him. “So perfect.”

She grabbed him by the neck and encouraged him to begin stroking her. He did, but incredibly slowly, achingly slow. His eyes rolled back, and he moaned, feeling the inside of her. It triggered the dragon in him, the one that wanted to jackrabbit her p***y and have her scream his name. But he couldn’t do that. Not yet anyway.

He gyrated inside her, and she breathed into his ear. Gradually, they fell into rhythm with one another, like ballet dancers moving to a quiet beat. Their breaths were hot and melodic, their moans succinct and tender. Cannon wanted to c*m inside her, but that wasn’t always something a woman would like or enjoy. He was getting close, but he wanted her to feel the ecstasy of his touch once more. It was the most beautiful sound echoing inside the cave.

“Ryver,” he grunted, “I need to move. Please let me know if I am hurting you.”

She smiled and kissed his lips. “You feel so incredible.”

Her words riled him up, but he regained control and began moving ever so slightly faster inside her. She grunted but gripped his neck and back in pleasure rather than in pain. He continued on, feeling the rough portion of her G-spot, swelling and aching for him.

Ryver responded almost immediately to his increase in speed. “Oh, God. That feels amazing.”

Cannon smiled and began kissing her neck as he moved inside her. She moaned his name over and over, pleading for him not to stop. Cannon wanted to send her to the moon with orgasms.

“Oh yes!” Ryver moved her hips hard against him again. She was soaking wet and completely taking him in. He slid in and out without hurting her but loving the sucking her p***y did on his c**k every time he thrust in. He couldn’t believe it in a way. His shifter nature made everything about him larger, bigger, more powerful.

She grabbed his head and spoke to him in a hushed, aroused tone. “I’m gonna come again, oh my god...”

“That’s it sweetheart. Come again. Over and over,” Cannon whispered against her lips. As she did, Ryver’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a high-pitched scream. Her body seized against him briefly, before she shook all over. Cannon held her close, grunting as his own orgasm reached its peak.

She nibbled on his ear. “c*m inside me, love. I want to feel you inside me.”

Unable to think clearly, Cannon let himself go. He poured himself entirely into her center and roared her name. Ryver smiled and rocked against him, welcoming his seed inside her.