Blood moon

Chapter 37. I know the paradise

He needed to possess her. He wanted her all to himself and this would be the chance for them to be together. In desperation of the dark desires Harley felt, he would want to erase from his body anything he felt for his younger brother, with a quick movement of his hand, he brought his lips to hers, ran his tongue along the edge before entering her mouth, he entered her, playing with her, the woman sucked eagerly and suggestively into her.

Feeling passionate as she was now, she reached for her underwear uncovered by the skirt, ran her fingers along the surface of the lace, I plunged my fingers deeper, made her sigh with pleasure in my mouth, with that idea of pleasure Harley, she felt in heaven. She gently slit the fabric, exposing her insides, two of the fingers on her folds, the hot sensation made the werewolf's body vibrate, when it brushed the c******s Andrea jumped with pleasure, and in that moment of surprise she took the opportunity to sink at least one inside her, the hot sensation of her skin, sent a rush of her body.

The discharge of voltage she felt at that moment, was something that none had experienced before, Andrea stopped running away from the situation or to form any resistance opted to get closer to her palm, she wanted to preserve in her that feeling of satiety that she had now. Her pulse soared, as he inserted a second finger and pressed upward, the girl moved closer to his hand, settling into a better angle for him to penetrate her, making him sigh with pleasure.

She moaned again, undulating her body in a sensual surge, her legs wide open. The scent of her arousal came to him as loud as a gunshot. By God, she would have brought him to his knees if he wasn't sitting up.

—Touch me deeper— he sighed against her lips, as soon as she gave him a chance to do so.

Harley's blood pounded like it was running rampant and his erection throbbed as if it had a heart of its own, he was ready to go deeper and fill her again.

She arched making her breasts brush against each other, that was a clear warning of what she wanted to happen, he had to close his eyes, because the arousal was reaching dangerous levels, this woman was making his most primal desires come to the surface, he didn't know if he could contain himself.

By God, he was so cold. Cold to the core. And she was hot. Hot enough to melt that ice, at least for a moment. He hadn't realized how badly he needed to be with someone until he had her in this position. The werewolf, leaning over her. She felt his sweet, minty breath as he rested his mouth on her lips. He used his free hand to palm caress her breasts, which he covered with his hands, feeling the hard buds of her n*****s under his fingers.

Harley lost control.

He bared his teeth, hissed and bit the lower part of her neck, he wanted to mark her, he found it hard to restrain himself, the wolf inside him wanted to take over, he put his fingers deeper inside her and lowered his mouth to kiss one of her n*****s, taking it into his mouth.

into his mouth. As he sucked, he shifted his body to adjust his position in the chair.

He wanted to kiss her mouth again, but it was beyond delicacy and subtlety, so he worshipped her breasts with his tongue and then moved to her belly. The alpha felt something explode in his head as her scent hit him in a fresh surge. He was already dangerously close to orgasm, his member ready to explode and his body trembling with the urge to possess her. He brought his other hand to her thighs, where his fingers were still twitching. She was so wet that she roared.

Though he was tremendously eager, he had to savor her before he penetrated her.

Andrea stroked his hair with her hands as she urged him to come. Carefully she lifted herself up, bringing her close to his waist, shifted her position so that he was between her legs, kissed her most delicate skin, drawing her c******s into his mouth, and she reached ecstasy again and again until Harley could no longer contain his own needs.

He stepped back, hurried to remove his pants and cover her with his body once more.

She placed her legs around his hips, and he hissed as he felt her heat burning his member. He used what little strength he had left to stop and look her in the face.

—Don't stop— she whispered —I want to feel you inside me.

Harley dropped his head into the hollow of her neck. Slowly, he drew back his hips. The tip of his c**k slid into position, fitting her perfectly, penetrating her with a powerful thrust. She let out a bellow of ecstasy.

Paradise. Now she knew what paradise was like.

As he kept going,thrusting into her hard and hot and her common sense deserted her; she threw her head back and screamed until she thought her throat would burst, she screamed at him to never ever stop and he came to orgasm anyway, that hard, hot length

hot that parted her, filling her, and it should have hurt her, it should, he was so big and she had never known a lover like him, but her need for him was as great as his for her, and instead of hurting her, she needed more.

When he was completely inside her, somehow, he forced himself to stop; he pressed her against him and she could hear the furious hammering of his heart. Her hands behind her back were hard fists and she trembled as if she had a fever, and he stopped anyway. When he struggled to utter a few words she could barely understand him.

—Does it hurt?

—No— she gasped, moving against him, his throbbing p***s inside her driving her frantic —No no no no no please, please you can't stop now, you can't, you can't....

—You're...too small...sure...it doesn't hurt?

—...you can't, you can't please don't make me....

—Don't... be... scared... tell me the truth— He took a deep, shuddering breath, his fists still clenched beneath her and, far in the distance, she heard the carpet ripping. I can try...wait...if you....

—beg, don't make me beg, please please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

He pulled out of her, but before she had time to moan her disappointment he thrust in. Her mouth covered his, her tongue coupling with his, as he took her again and again, as they made love so fiercely that the chair protested. And on top of all this, beyond all this, she could hear someone screaming with hoarse joy and faintly realized that it was she who was making that noise.

Her orgasm slammed into her as he did, spasms so fierce she could actually feel her uterus contracting. He stiffened in front of the height of her climax, threw his head back, and roared at the ceiling in pure animal triumph.

For a few long moments, she didn't think she would be able to move for some time. She could smell the odor of their intercourse, could hear his heavy breathing, hear her own. His pulse thudded in her ears and she was clammy with sweat and other things.