Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,51

of a cup. As if she’s drawing the cum up all the way from my balls.

And it works. My orgasm is like a fucking freight train, slamming into me so hard that my body jerks back, wracking with quakes.

I explode in her. So much cum fills her mouth that her throat works, struggling to swallow it all, while even more dribbles past her lips. So filthy. So hot. Like the best fantasy come to life.

When I finish coming, I release her hair, and Reese slides off me, letting my dick fall back out. Her eyes roam over it, and when she sees the cum she missed, she starts licking me clean. “Fuck.”

She makes these little moans every time she laps up more, like my cum is the best thing she’s ever tasted and she needs every last drop. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

When she’s licked everything off me, she brings a finger up to her lips and chin, and she sucks down that cum too. Her eyes roll back in bliss. And I’m hard again. Just like that.

“Come here.”

Pulling her up my body, I lay her so that we’re chest-to-chest. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”

She can’t answer. She’s too far gone. Instead, she straddles one of my thighs. Sitting up for a better position, she starts grinding on me, her body doing this sensual wave as her spine moves and her hips thrust.

Her pussy is so wet that her slippery arousal is dripping down my leg. She moans, her head thrown back, and I was wrong. So wrong. Because this? This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

And I need to be inside of her. Right now.

I flip her over onto her back, stunning her with how quickly I move. I brace myself over her body, covering her completely. Trapping her. She bites her lip in anticipation.

I lift one of her legs and hook it over my hip for the perfect angle. And then I drive into her with one hard thrust.

She screams.

I freeze, worrying I’ve hurt her, but her eyes snap open—eyes that are still totally black from her blown pupils—and she growls at me. Fucking growls. In the most adorable, most high-pitched growl I’ve ever heard.

She starts moving her hips up and down, urging me to move, and I realize that she wasn’t screaming from pain, but from pleasure, because her pussy is already fluttering over my cock like she’s about to come.

“You want to come, baby?”

She nods vigorously, her mate-call snapping out like it’s in a frenzy. My own chest thrums, my animal trying to answer her call, and I’m forced to suppress it.

“I’ll make you come,” I promise her. “Again and again and again.”

She whimpers like that’s the best thing she’s ever heard.

I start powering into her. My cock slams into her with a ferocity that only a rutting male is capable of. And she takes it, the way only a female in heat can.

And God, she feels so fucking good. She’s sheathing me so tightly it’s on the verge of being painful, and yet she’s so slick my cock slides in and out of her like she was made to take me.

Every time she groans or pants or scratches at my skin to try to pull me closer, my male satisfaction grows, and I know I’m going to have to fuck her many, many times before my rut will subside.

Her pussy flutters again, gripping my cock, and I know that she’s close. Desperate. Needing relief. Needing me and what only I can give her.

And all I want in this moment is to give her the best pleasure she’s ever had.

Angling her hips up more, I fuck her into the tarps, while she writhes and moans, and then I bring my fingers to her clit.

That’s all it takes.

She explodes over me with a scream, and her pussy absolutely gushes. Slick wetness bursts from her cunt and coats my dick, while her cunt squeezes me harder than I’ve ever fucking felt before. As if her own orgasm is demanding that I come too, demanding my cum to coat her insides. Because that’s what the heatwave wants. Why it makes her crave sex, just like her craving to lap up my cum and swallow it down. Only a shifter’s cum can help a female in heat.

I orgasm so hard it’s like a gun shooting off. My cum pelts her insides in brutal hits, and then I just keep on coming, and I’m not