Quickdraw Slow Burn (Battle of the Bulls #3) - T. S. Joyce Page 0,44

her head back, closed her eyes to the rest of the world and got lost in the feel of him sucking on her, lapping at her with his tongue, his beard brushing her sensitive skin. He pressed his face between her tits and slowly rubbed his beard against her skin. She gasped, clutched the back of his head. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention, licking, sucking, biting, until she was gripping the back of his hair.

His dick was slick under her movement. The head of his cock was so close to her entrance. She rested her face against his as he sucked…sucked…sucked…slower. It was torture…beautiful agony…

When he reared back, she moved with him. The head of his cock was right there again. Right there. He hesitated on sliding it forward, but she arched her back, ready to take it. She was already so wet with wanting.

His thick shaft slid into her excruciatingly slow. Thighs shaking, Annabelle slid down the entire length of him until she’d taken him to the hilt. And for a moment, they stayed like that, just locked together, that deep, deeeep connection.

And then Quickdraw whispered into her ear, “Good girl, taking all that.” He grabbed her by the hips and eased back, then thrust in. He stayed deep enough that he only came off her clit a tiny space between strokes. Her orgasm built up strong and fast, and after a few strokes more, she cried out his name and melted against him, her body pulsing around his.

“Gooooood,” he rumbled.

And she liked being good. She liked the compliments. Liked him being a big, dominant monster. Liked that he was more powerful than her and she didn’t have to be careful with him.

As she rolled her hips harder against him, he kissed her hard. He pushed his tongue past her lips and matched the rhythm they set with their hips.

“I can still feel you throbbing,” he growled against her mouth.

And suddenly, she was on her back on the floor. Just, one second, she was riding his lap, and the next she was on the floor and Quickdraw was over her with the frame of a silverback gorilla.

As he pumped into her hard, he raised up enough for her to see his abs flex with every stroke. His fist was clenched on the ground beside her, and she wrapped her hand around it to stay steady. She ran her other hand up his barrel chest as his hips worked against hers. When she gripped his neck gently, his eyes lit with burning fire. He sneered and lifted his chin, gave her more room to squeeze.

“Mine, too,” she growled.

Then she dragged her nails against his beard, and he turned and clamped his teeth onto her hand. He waited for her to nod her head before he bit her.

“Good boy,” she murmured as he released her. He’d done his research on claiming marks. Most wolves didn’t do them anymore. They were an old tradition, but she wasn’t most wolves. She was a lone wolf, and he’d broken her skin. He’d just become pack.

Quickdraw lowered his body to her, thrusting…thrusting…deeper.

He felt so good, his skin on hers, his powerful chest against the softness of her breasts.

She ran her hands up his flexed triceps and tossed her head back, let herself drown in the wave that was Quickdraw. Faster…faster…harder…

He was grunting the sexiest sound with each thrust now, and his fingertips dug into her waist, keeping her body from ramming upward across the floor.

“Quickdraw! Quickdraw! Fuck, I’m coming again!” she yelled.

“Come on,” he growled out against her ear. “Come with me.”

Harder…harder…so sexy…so powerful…

As her body shattered, she screamed his name, and with a groan, he rammed into her, pulsing heat. Throbbing pleasure burst through her body, her orgasm dragged out by the pulse, pulse, pulse of his hard cock inside her.

Shocked and spent, she laid there under him, dragging her fingertips lightly up and down his back. Her hand tingled with the warmth that dripped from it, but the bite didn’t hurt. It felt right. Felt important. If a glowing sensation existed, that’s what she felt. The tingling spread up her arm, but it still didn’t hurt.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” she whispered. Did he understand he’d just claimed her and bonded her wolf to him?

Quickdraw rolled off her and dragged her with him, adjusted her like she weighed nothing until her back was to him and every inch of his torso and legs was warm