Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

I let out a startled gasp as I wriggled beneath him.

But my body was unconcerned, and it continued to acceptably squeeze his essence. Suddenly, I felt myself being pushed over the edge and into a blinding white light; the beat of my heart pounded in my chest. Still in shock, I saw that Tyler hadn't finished. Not yet.

I wanted to cry from the overload of sensations, exploding and fracturing the stars. So I clutched to him even tighter as I felt myself being swept away by the rush of ecstasy. I wanted to sink deeper into him as he pounded me with the same desire to cool off my body. Never before have I experienced simultaneous feelings of pleasure and anguish the bizarre combination of worry and excitement.

My muscles ached as he pushed forward, ramping up the pace and, if at all possible, getting them closer. His privates slamming across my thighs flooded my ears with a luscious sound, the music that me and Tyler are jamming with.

Eventually, I just couldn't take it any longer. Seeing that I was ready to withdraw, Tyler picked me up and seated me on his lap, pressing much harder than before. My legs straddled his, growing wider as I went lower. I absorbed his length until he was against my cervix.

"Ah, ahh..." I moaned, my voice loud and clear to anyone staying next to us.

There was a little pause as he satiated me, during which my lips twitched subconsciously in response to the energizing sensation at the very center of our entwined bodies. He slapped my round rear and grumbled something.

"A little more," he whispered. "Let me have a little more of your attention, Elaine..."

Then he gently pushed me up against him. Our smooth warm flesh pressed together with his push.

I grabbed his neck, enjoying the sensation of his body entering and exiting mine. Pulling and pushing, producing an addicting melody. Each time he dug in and closed our bodies, my waist trembled on its own and clutched his material as if to demand something, like a broken embankment with no way to stop it.

And I don't care to be broken by him, as long as the fact that it was him who fixed me would forever last.noveldrama

Just as the heat and stimulation were getting to be too much for me, he stopped moving, eyes locking with mine. A ragged exhale escaped his mouth, making me bite my lower lip. I shut my eyes hard as I felt a lukewarm sensation spread across my abdomen and a bead of sweat wrap over my eyelids, pouring down my cheeks like tears of laughter.

The notion of dying on the inside crossed my mind. He fucks so hard that I don't think I'll be alive the next moment he touched me.

Tyler mumbled something as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a swift motion of his finger. I still couldn't get my bearings, making me stare dazedly at his reddened face. His cerulean blue eyes were roaming around. As if he was not quite full through his disheveled mane of hair. And that was the last thing that registered to my mind before my consciousness drifted into the realm of dreams.

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"Wake up." A masculine voice awoke me from my sleep.

"Wake up, we're not done." From beside me, Tyler muttered as he slid his hands up my hips and leaned forward to delicately suckle my lower lip. My eyelids slowly opened and I looked up at him, my thoughts still fuzzy.

And I am, honestly, still sleepy.

Then, hovering above me, he shifted me so that my back was against the bed. He stood up, threw his shirt over his head, and sat down in front of me. My body shivered with pleasure as our bodies crushed together, much to his apparent delight. And mine.

After placing his hands on my waist, he reached down and gently gripped my ankle, lifting my leg until it rested against his shoulder. Seeing the sweat on our bare flesh, I let out a moan of ecstasy.

The union of our bodies was incredibly sensual. As I realize that this is a dream come true, one of the many dreams I usually have, my breath becomes more ragged. As soon as Tyler rolled his hips into mine, though, I became completely oblivious to my surroundings. My brain had turned to mush from the intense pleasure that was rising within me.

"Uhm... hmm..." I reflected his erotic sounds.

"Take a look at us," Tyler groaned.

My stomach ached as he rocked faster and harder, groaning the whole time. He had one hand on my knee which he had propped up on his shoulder, and the other on my chin which he used to make me stare at our symbiotic body parts.

Just looking at it makes the bile rise into my throat. It was so foreign and frightening, and may also be described as intoxicating. He continued to press until his hilt was completely inside my core. Every time his member moved up and down my tummy, my stomach puffed up.

The heat was rising again. I could feel it gathering inside me

; I thrashed beneath him, looking for something to grab onto. Luckily, I managed to hold on tight to the blanket. "Oh, my Goddess!"

When the pressure on my stomach increased, I let out a gasp and closed my eyes, focusing my attention to his thrusts instead and ignored everything my sight would catch. "No," he gently slapped my face with his male hands. "Don't turn a blind eye and keep

looking."

Tyler's demand made me fully awake instead, my eyes staring right at his soul. His pace was becoming erratic and pleasurable. With each passing second, he pressed harder on my womb, bringing me perilously close to the edge of sexual delight. With my head in his palms, I wailed aimlessly. Tyler's veins popped out of his neck from the pressure.

We were making rough, passionate love outside of Stella's Soul. Far from the everyday worries of the Hearteaters, far from the place that made me witness several tragic deaths. Far from the place where most of my life has been.

At the same moment that I wanted to dislodge him and force him to stop, I craved the sensation

of his hands digging further into my body; his scent shrouding me as if to choke my own smell. As the pain against his sensitive muscle grew, Tyler clenched his teeth.

When he accelerated, I felt myself opening up like a flower does with a bee's approach. He rubbed his member on my stomach, creating a wonderful friction that fueled my bliss. With each of my thrusts, I was giving him a good squeeze. And Tyler acted as if he were trying to crack me open, shaping me specifically for his pleasure. I sobbed and buried my face in my hands as I realized my climax was almost here.

So, so close. To the heavenly paradise they said I can only experience when my world is revolving around him in a bed.

And when I reached the peak, the last thing I remember is being bathed in a bright white light while simultaneously experiencing the most indescribably pleasant experience—

Just when my husband shoved his flesh right where my mouth gaped.