Page 55 of Wedding the Werepanther

“Yes, horny juice.” He laughs, his eyes shining with mischief. This is another first: a guy confident enough to have fun in bed. It relaxes me and makes everything even sexier.

“That’s what I call a feature, not a bug.” I unbutton his pants, but the damned things are so tight I can’t get them off. I tug on a belt loop. “Little help here?”

The werepanther grins and slides from the bed to strip the pants from his legs in one graceful movement. When he straightens, his dick juts forward, hard and huge and perfectly shaped, the head flaring.

I imagined him like this so many times when he stood shirtless in the backyard, imagined casting a Dissolving Spell onhis jeans, so he’d be naked, wondering if he had a cock good enough to back up how cocky he is.

Dammit, he does. Or maybe I should say yay? Whichever, I’m one lucky bitch. My thighs clench as my girl parts cheer. Is that monster even going to fit? Time to pull out the bigger toys and my Rosie the Riveter tee that says:We can do it!

But not today, with Victoria’s marriage contract hanging over us. Still, that leaves a lot of fun possibilities, as Shadow’s already shown.

I scoot to sit on the edge of the bed, putting that gorgeous dick at exactly the right height. Reaching around, I squeeze his ass, and it’s as firm as it always looks in those tight jeans of his. I continue my exploration, running my hands over his muscular thighs, enjoying the feel of the springy hair against my palms.

Shadow’s dick bobs with every touch, and creamy liquid leaks from the tip. “Kayla.” His voice is a rough rasp. “You’re killing me here.”

“I’m learning what you like. Every good gamer knows you have to explore at first if you want to win.” I grin up at him, his obvious arousal helping my confidence. “You do want to win, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I tease my fingertips up his length for a few strokes, and the muscles of his legs tremble as he strains to hold himself still. My thighs clench. He wants me so much I almost can’t believe it. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life.

Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over his head.

Shadow sucks in a loud breath, a low growl purring from him. He fists a hand in my hair, but I don’t need much encouragement.

A rich earthiness balances the sweet cream of his fluid, almost like chocolate. The aphrodisiac spirals through me in a rush of sizzling desire, tightening my nipples and making my clitthrob. I’ve already come more than I ever thought possible in one day, but I’m aching and ready for more.

I swallow as much of him as I can, filling my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. One hand wraps the base of his dick, while the other cups his balls.

“Kayla!” He says my name like a prayer, his hips shooting forward.

I gag a little and swallow, my throat muscles working around him as he whispers a constant stream of filthy praise.

“Look at you, you dirty girl. Sucking on my cock. Fuck. You’re a goddess!’

My head bobs as I work him with both hands. This is one thing I’ve always been fairly good at, since I have a big mouth and not much of a gag reflex, but Shadow acts like this is the best blow job in the history of blow jobs.

It makes me so hot I can’t stop squirming, rubbing my thighs together, whining around his dick as I swallow even more of his aphrodisiac precum.

“So hot, so good, my dirty girl.” His hand tightens in my hair, his hips rocking forward. “Sucking me like you can’t get enough. Letting me fuck your face. Loving it.”

I should have known a guy as talkative as him would be good at dirty talk, but damn if Shadow doesn’t take it to the boss level.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His fingers tease around my mouth, feeling the way my lips are stretched tight by the size of his dick. He lets out another groan. “Kayla, I’m going to come inside that sweet mouth of yours. Going to fill you full of my seed, dirty girl.”

I lunge forward, taking him deep, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder.

“Kayla!” Shadow’s hips snap forward as he roars, and that sweet, chocolaty fluid floods my mouth, pouring out the sides.

My body burns as I swallow more and more of his come, as it splashes my chest and belly and thighs.

When Shadow’s dick pops out of my mouth, I’m whining, a high keen of need.

“Oh, my beauty,” he husks. “Let’s take care of you.”

As he pushes me back onto the bed, my hands scrabble at his shoulders, my legs moving restlessly against the mattress like I’m trying to run even while lying down.

Shadow buries three fingers inside me, and it’s flippingexquisite. But it’s not enough.