Page 31 of Mated to the Werewolf Villain 2
Deepa cried out, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
Ryan's mouth continued to devour her, his tongue swirling around her clit, his fingers pumping inside her until the sensation became too much and Deepa pushed him away.
"Are you alright?" he murmured.
"Yes," she said breathlessly, looking down at the tent in his pants.
Ryan grinned, removing the remains of his clothes, exposing his rock hard erection to her hungry gaze.
It was thick, glistening with pre-cum as Ryan reached down to stroke it. "I can't wait to feel you."
He pushed her knees apart, positioning himself between her legs. His cock brushed against her entrance, causing Deepa to gasp.
"Relax," he whispered, kissing her neck. "I'll be gentle."
"Okay," she breathed, her body trembling.
He slid inside her, his hips slowly rocking, his cock filling her inch by inch.
Deepa moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He bottomed out, his hips grinding against hers, his cock twitching inside her.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, his hand cupping her cheek.
"Yes," she murmured, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Ryan groaned, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
"You feel amazing," he growled, his lips trailing kisses down her throat.
"So do you," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Ryan thrust into her, his pace quickening, his body shuddering.
Deepa gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the bed. If she closed her eyes she could pretend that he was Parker. That it was Parker fucking her senseless instead of Axel's strange younger brother.
Ryan groaned, his hips pounding into hers, his body trembling as he tried to hold back his release.
"I'm so close," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her jaw. "I can't hold it."
"It's okay," she moaned, her body trembling.
Ryan growled, his hips bucking against hers, his cock slamming into her until he came with a groan, spilling his seed deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering, his breathing ragged.
"That was...incredible," he panted.
"It was," she murmured, her fingers stroking his back.
Ryan pulled out of her, laying beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist, his lips pressing to her temple.
Deepa relaxed into his embrace, trying to banish all stray thoughts of Axel from her mind.
She had a new life now, and she'd make certain that Axel would be nothing more than a distant memory.
To be continued in Mated to the Werewolf Villain 3!
