The smile on his lips was so sexy. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as he unfastened her jeans and pulled thematerial down her thighs, leaving her bare and vulnerable on the table. She felt exposed, but on the other hand, this was what she’d wanted. She wasn’t holding up her end of the bargain by overthinking.
If he didn’t like what he saw, he wouldn’t be drinking her in like this or wearing a hungry smile like he was.
He lowered his lips to her hip and bit her gently there, just hard enough that she could feel his sharp teeth, but not enough to break the skin. Tawk moved to the other side and did the same, and she groaned and reached for his hair, gripped it and bent her knees.
He spread her knees wider and nestled his face between her thighs.
His tongue filled her, and she rolled her eyes closed and let off a shuddering gasp. He was slow and methodical at first, pushing into her at a steady pace. Oh, he knew how to build a release. Already, it felt so good, she was shaking.
A rumbling growl vibrated through her on the next thrust of his tongue, and she whispered his name.
His response was instant. His hands gripped harder on her waist, and he was the one to groan now. He pushed into her faster now, lapping at her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out, body buckling against the table.
Tawk pulled off her suddenly and stood. She opened her eyes to find him with his jeans pushed down, his thick, swollen cock in his hand as he stroked it.
“Where do you want it?” he growled, his eyes glowing red now.
“Inside,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you.”
“Fuck,” he gritted out as he released himself and yanked the back of her knees, dragging her to the edge of the table.
He gripped his cock and settled the head of it at her entrance, and then laid down on her, whispered in her ear, “Relax so you can take all of me.”
She did, and oh the feel of him sliding into her, stretching her when she was already so close to release was something she’d never felt before.
He drove deep and held there for a few seconds, then pulled out slowly, pushed back in.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“I’m going to drag this out,” he growled. “You’re going to remember me. You’re going to suffer, but you’ll like it,” he promised.
His gritty words next to her ear turned her on even more. Suffering sounded fun when he said it like this.
His body tensed under her hands with every buck into her. She could feel his lower back as he worked her body. Tammy slid her hand up his back and held the back of his neck, and he leaned into her throat and nipped at her there. His teeth were too sharp for a human, but he was careful with her sensitive skin.
She did get lost. She did stop thinking. She did succumb to whatever he wanted to do to her body.
Tawk was a man who got off on pleasing a woman, and there was something so damn sexy about that. The more she moaned, the more he adjusted to exactly what felt good. The more she whispered his name, the more intense he became with his pace.
Faster now. Harder now. Deeper now.
He was so big, but he’d known just how to prepare her, and now it felt so good—better than anything she’d ever felt before.
Her eyes were closed when the room jerked, and something far away sounded with an echoing crash. She couldn’t care. She didn’t. A whooshing sensation dragged her out of her trance, and she gasped as she flew forward, surrounded by bronze wings. Tawk slammed against the opposite wall, holding her tight, stillhuman except for those red eyes with the elongated pupils, and the too sharp teeth, and the wings that he curled around her to block out the rest of the world. Barely any light came through, and it was just them in the dark as he pumped into her deep, deep, deep.
He was sitting and she was straddled on his lap. With a gasp at how close she was, Tammy cried out and wrapped her hands gently around his throat, held on and threw her head back. His wings brushed her back as she jolted to the rhythm he set.
He gripped her hips and dragged her up and down him in desperation, a long growl escaping him as he tensed. Tammy’s body shattered over him, and at that moment, he pumped the first jets of his release into her.
She screamed his name, tits bouncing as he blasted into her, filling her with his cum.
Her orgasm lasted so long. He dragged every single pulse of pleasure from her, like he knew exactly how to maneuver her body. Like he’d dragged her through a release a hundred times before. He knew the right spots to hit, the right pace, the right places to massage her and rest his strong hands.
It wasn’t until they sat there completely sated that she took stock of what was actually happening.
His wings were out.
