Big Man’s Claim Wylder, Penny (you can read anyone .TXT) 📖

shoulder told me I should. I'd flick her away and tell her to come back later.

Bran lowers his face to my center still hidden behind my panties and inhales a deep breath. “You smell so fucking good,” he says, blowing cool air across the lace. “You're so fucking wet.” His finger traces the wet spot on my panties, pushing in against my heat. “I want to taste you.”

Biting my bottom lip, my stomach starts to tremble as he peels my panties down and drops them to the floor. His eyes settle between my legs as he licks his lips. Bran stays like that for what seems like forever. Admiring my pussy, teasing me with tender strokes and gentle touches.

The anticipation is killing me. Driving my hand into his hair, I try to push his face between my legs, but he doesn't let me. Grabbing my wrist, he tugs my hand free and holds it against my belly.

With desperation, I wriggle my hips and lift my ass off the bed, just trying to reach his lips. I need him to lick me, to taste me, to drink me in until I come so hard I can't feel my legs.

Bran smirks, using his other hand to press me back down and hold me in place. He's enjoying this moment. The control, the playfulness between us, it's a dangerous game. And I love it.

“Please, I can't wait anymore.”

Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks my clit, and my thighs quiver instantly. My knees snap shut around his head, but it doesn't stop him. He licks again and again, using just the tip of his tongue with the softest brushes. Through my folds, around my center, and then he dips inside my entrance.

“Mm,” I moan, throwing my head back. “I've wanted you so bad all week. I need this.”

Groaning, his hands release me, gripping my ass and pressing my opening into his face. He suckles me, applying a little more pressure. And I yell out in pleasure. I'm so sensitive, ready to come almost instantly as he flicks his tongue rapidly over and over.

“Oh God, oh God. . .” My nails dig into the blanket, grabbing fistfuls. Fireworks burst behind my eyes as the orgasm rushes through my body. My heart stops for a split second and it feels like I'm floating above the bed.

But he doesn't stop there. He keeps licking, lapping up and down, fucking me with his tongue as he keeps me in place with his hands. My body is wiggling, shaking so violently as a second orgasm explodes.

I can't speak. My moan is silent, a single weighted breath that gets pushed out of my lungs. Every muscle is tingling, buzzing and snapping with electricity. My hands are in my hair, tearing at the roots as he keeps going.

He isn't stopping. He just keeps eating my pussy like a fucking meal. Swallowing my arousal, he comes up for air as his eyes settle on mine. His face has a glossy sheen from my juices, but the look in his eyes is wild.

Bran isn't a man anymore. He's a wolf trying to devour me whole. Driving his face back between my legs, he sucks me until I’m throbbing.

“Holy shit,” I say as I'm struck with another tsunami of an orgasm. It's like each one is stronger than the last, turning my body limp and languid.

My legs fall open, arms flopping to my side as I try to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, Bran is stepping out of his pants, even harder than when I gave him the blow-job.

Climbing on top of me, he slides in easily. There's a flood between my legs. He shifts above me, placing his hands by my head. Pushing in as far as he can, he stills for a moment as his fingers gently brush the hair from my eyes.

He looks like he wants to say something. His lips part and he exhales, but he doesn't speak, he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, and I feel like I’m falling.

This kiss is everything. It's soft, tender, and says more than any words ever could. He starts to move his hips slowly. He pulls himself out to the tip, and then slowly presses back inside. Bran isn't fucking me right now. Despite the hunger I see in his gaze, he's taking his time, he's savoring this moment.

Gripping his shoulders, I press my face against his chest. I want to be close to him. I want to erase even the smallest space between us. I can't explain it, but I feel it. It's heavy and strong, pulling on me like a magnet to metal. I would climb inside of him if I could.

His hips slam against mine, hitting me perfectly. It's like our bodies were made for each other. We fit like two puzzle pieces.

The drag of his shaft as he pulls out sets off earthquakes throughout my body, and I lay so perfectly still, feeling every inch of him as he moves in and out of me. His hand palms the side of his face and his eyes are locked on me. Watching every reaction. Registering very breath. Making sure every stroke brings me pleasure.

“Does this feel good?” he asks with a raspy voice.

I can’t speak. My lips are open but I can’t find the will to make my mouth form a word. So I just nod as he continues his excruciatingly slow pace.

Bran slips a hand under my ass and raises it a bit, and the next time he enters me he drags right across my G spot, instantly causing me to clench around him and a fresh burst of wetness coats his cock. He looks at my face with a mixture of surprise and letting-go, and I see all control he’s had is long gone.

I’m so wet he’s slipping in and out of me with ease, and his pace quickens as he feels it. His fingers dig into the flesh of my