Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
And when I felt her watching me again, my cock hardened, lengthened. I wrapped my paw around my shaft and gave it a good couple of strokes.
It felt good to jerk off, knowing she was watching me. It was incredible to smell her arousal and all the sweet nectar that spilled from between her thighs.
Thick strings of my cum spilled from me, flinging into the water, becoming even more prominent as my desire grew.
But I wanted her to see all of me. I wanted to see her eyes widen and her breath catch as I stroked myself and really came all over the place, spilling my seed into the water like I’d do on her body, in her mouth… deep in her womb.
“Come here, precious.” She still sat on the boulder, but I could hear her blunt human nail scraping against the rock.
I could see the way she clenched her thighs together, how her breathing picked up.
She stared at my erection. I let her look her fill as I palmed myself. I held the heavy length as I dragged my palm up to the crown before sliding back to the base, pulling the foreskin down so she could see the bulbous, swollen head where my seed continuously dripped out.
I watched as she bit her lip, her little white teeth a stark contrast to the red flesh, and I could see the flush that made its way from her face, down her neck, and disappearing under the fabric that covered her tits.
I wanted to suck on them, wanted to watch them get bigger, rounder, dripping with milk as she grew heavy with my pups. And I'd lick those full, dark nipples, lapping up the sweet liquid that would spill from the tips and feed and nourish our children.
“I said, come here, Marcella.” My voice was husky and serrated, the primal side rising and wanting to just go to her and make her do what I wanted, to show her that her hesitance wasn’t needed.
Even if it turned me on like a fiend.
Did she know that the fire she spit at me only aroused me further and made my cock ache?
She slowly rose and made her way toward the water’s edge. When I brought her to my lair, I wanted to undress her. I wanted to tear the material from her body and feast my eyes on all that perfect flesh.
As I stared at her slit, I imagined gripping her thick thighs and wrenching them open.
My mouth watered, saliva dripping out of the corners as I growled low and pictured dragging my large tongue through her pussy lips.
I knew she’d be sweet and musky and taste like mine.
I waded closer until she was only a foot from me, my cock still in my hand as I lazily stroked myself.
“Grab hold of me.” I stared at her. “Stroke me until I come all over your hand.” I tipped my head down but kept my gaze locked on her.
She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.
A burst of amusement filled me. “My Little Bird thinks she has a choice.”
She parted her lips and dragged her tongue over the full bottom one. Marcella hadn’t taken her focus off my shaft the entire time, and I could feel even more pre-cum seeping out of the slit and sliding down the underside of my dick.
“I shouldn’t want anything to do with this.”
She sounded as if she were talking to herself, but I could smell how wet her pussy was. I wanted to bury my snout between her thick thighs and lick her cunt until she gave me all her sweet honey.
She stood at the water’s edge, and it would take no effort to just pull her in and hold her tight as I moved to the center where she couldn’t reach the bottom.
She’d have to hold onto me. I’d get to feel her big tits pressed to my chest. She’d be forced to wrap her legs around my waist. Even now, I could see the hard points of her nipples stabbing through the material that shielded the mounds from me.
My mouth watered as I thought about tearing the flimsy fabric away and nosing her, smelling her, and finally fucking her.
I wanted to trace the heavy mounds with the tip of my nose as I inhaled deeply, scenting her. I bet she had big, dark areolas that I wanted the shade to deepen from her arousal.
I growled at the image of that. My cock jerked at the thought, and my balls drew up.
“Take hold of my huge cock and stroke me, Little Bird.”
She looked into my face then, her pupils blown out from her desire, the scent of her drenched pussy saturating the air between us. There was no hiding that she wanted me to fuck her, but she was still fighting it, still trying to deny the ending that she’d find herself in, regardless.