Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

The mountain-lion shifter had discarded the trench coat. She was nearly naked underneath. Two very thin strips of cloth made a T across her body. The first cut across her chest and over her full breasts and nipples, but did nothing to hide how hard they were. They were straining against the red fabric that was supposed to symbolize holiday cheer. The other headed south between her breast, over her taught stomach, and down between her legs.

His cock responded to the stimuli, and pitched a tent despite the heavy bathrobe. “I guess I’ve been a good boy,” he discarded the robe, and smiled when he saw her breathing quicken.

“Oh no, you’re so very, very bad,” she leaned back as Vernon laid down on top of her and kissed her.

It started off slow and passionate, but quickly became yearning and possessive. His cock would have slipped right inside her if not for the stubborn, thong piece of fabric. Instead, he ended up grinding his dick against the ribbon while Becky gave little moans as friction built against her clit. Their tongues tangoed until they both couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. She wiggled her ass suggestively, and he gave it a firm slap and squeeze. He ran his hands up her muscled back, feeling the strength of her body. She shivered with delight, and gave a small gasp when he started to trail kisses along her flesh. He had ulterior motives. He brought those kisses close to her wrappings, and ripped the ribbon with his teeth. She laughed, and he trailed more kisses down toward her ass before moving into position.

He had two choices. Option one was her asshole, but he’d never been given the okay for that, so he focused on option two, her glistening pussy. She was wet, ready, and was practically backing up into his dick at this point. He teased her lips with his throbbing tip, and slowly pushed into her.

“Oh gods,” she moaned as he gradually pushed in until his full length was inside her. Then, he slowly pulled out, until just the tip of his dick remained.

He could feel her frantic breathing, her yearning for him, so he slowly reinserted himself.

“Yes, Vernon, yes,” she moaned into the dirty comforter as he continued to slowly fuck her belly-down doggystyle.

He kept a fist full of her ass in his hand at all times as he searched for her G-spot. With his other hand, he grabbed her under her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her like she was the only woman on the planet that meant anything. He knew the moment he hit her G-spot. Her body tensed in orgasm, and she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Aah,” she groaned nonsensically, as her walls clenched around his cock. The pressure drove him close to release, but he held back. There was still so much he wanted to do to her.

When her body relaxed, he picked up the pace; shifting a hand underneath her to grab a firm tit and pinch her nipple. He could feel the grin on her lips as they continued to make out.

“I want you on top of me,” she said after an indeterminate period of time. “I want you deep inside me.”

He thought he was already balls deep inside her, but he wasn’t about to argue with the woman. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her fluids, as she flipped herself over, grabbed his dick in one hand, and his hip with another. Their eyes met and he saw the fire and desire burning in her. It made his cock twitch in anticipation as she guided him back inside her.

He wanted to go slow, to make this last forever, but she wasn’t having any of it. She bucked against him, grinding her slit against his pelvic bone, and moaning loud enough he was sure they’d get some noise complaints. He started to drive into her faster and stronger, and soon, both their minds gave completely into the primal urge.

“Ten . . .” the countdown to midnight started in the background. “Nine . . . eight . . . seven . . .” he thrusted to the countdown. “Six . . . five . . .” he picked it up and felt his balls start to constrict. “Four.”

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.

“Three . . . two . . .” instead of releasing him so he could pull out, she wrapped her legs tighter around him and pulled him fully inside her.

“One . . . Happy New Year!”

Most couples just kiss at midnight, but Vernon blew an extra-sized nut in his girlfriend. “Oh fuck!” her walls tightened again, and she started grinding her hips clockwise against him. His sensitive tip hit her cervix, and then some, which elicited another stream of spunk.

Auld Lang Syne started to play in the background as they finished, and Vernon just lay on top of her. Her breasts heaved underneath him, and he could relate. That had been a great fuck.

“What did we just . . .?” realization hit him hard.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a shifter-strength morning-after pill in my bag,” she calmed him. “I just wanted to feel it inside me,” it was as much a plea as an explanation.

Becky had nearly died, and she wanted to feel alive. He could relate to that. He calmed her, and gave her a long kiss to ease her mind. Neither of them wanted any cubs, but they wanted to feel together in the most intimate way possible.

“I thought if you were bad you got a lump of coal,” he said after several moments of postcoital bliss.

She laughed, pecked him on the lips, and gave him a push so he could ease out of her. A glob of semen