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lapped with his velvet tongue and soon had her writhing, but once more he stopped before she could come.
Sherrie was desperate for release, clinging hard to the futon frame, her body vibrating.
Her lover rose and took hold of her hands, pulling her up from the bed. He drew her against his big,
hard body and wrapped his warm arms around her. She nestled against him for a moment and listened to
the rumble in his chest. Was it fur or flesh she was pressed against? In this dream-plane he seemed to be
both animal and man at the same time.
After a brief cuddle, he took her by the shoulders and turned her around. His large palm covered the
back of her neck, pushing her head down. Now you will submit to me. The message in her mind was
delivered in a growl that made her body ache to do exactly what he ordered.
Hands to your ankles, he commanded. Sherrie obeyed. She stooped low and grasped her ankles. Her
hair tumbled around her face, her breasts pressed against her thighs and her buttocks lifted into the air. The
vulnerable position made her melt inside. She stared at his bare feet on the floor behind her and quivered in
anticipation of his touch. Her pussy lips were swollen and wetness dripped down her inner thighs. Would
he grab her hips and enter her with one thrust or would he toy with her some more until she begged for him
to fuck her?
A soft caress on her ass answered the question. He massaged her lower back and cupped her buttocks,
squeezing and kneading gently. Just as she relaxed into his touch, he slapped his palm across both cheeks.
The sharp blow made her gasp and twitch. The man was a master at alternating pleasure and pain.
He spanked her again right cheek then left, light taps and hard smacks. He changed the length of
time in between so she wouldn t know what to expect and sometimes he stopped to massage or kiss her
tingling flesh. Raspberry blood coursed through her burnished ass and flooded her hanging head. Sherrie
felt both figuratively and literally turned upside down.
Please, she sent her tormentor a silent plea. Please, do it now! I need. I want.
Hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Or were they claws? Was it a monster or a
man who spread her cheeks apart and positioned his cock at her entrance? He speared her with one strong
thrust, filling her with his thick shaft.
She whined at the pain and pleasure and braced her legs against the weight of his body pushing
against hers. When he pulled out, she felt him receding like the surf rolling off a beach and leaving it
barren. Then he was back, filling her deeply again. His groin slapped against her buttocks, and his hairy
thighs brushed the backs of her legs.
His hands supported her, holding her upright, even as his body nearly rocked her off her feet with
another thrust. And another.
Blood pounded in her ears, and her legs shook from the effort of holding steady. But the awkward,
submissive posture with her ass in the air was extremely arousing, and Grant s powerful thrusts drove her
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closer to climax. When he snaked a hand around her hip and pressed a finger against her clit, the tiny touch
put her over the edge. The building tension inside her exploded. She groaned and jerked against his hand
while he filled her once more. Ecstasy flooded her, and she whirled away on a tide of pleasure.
Grant grunted as he thrust into her several more times then he came with a warm gush that trickled
from her pussy and down her inner thighs like molten gold. This encounter might be in a dream world, but
the details were as vivid as any in waking life. Her body sweated. His come was sticky. Her breathing was
ragged, and blood pounded through her veins. He groaned, and his cock pulsed in the clench of her inner
muscles.
When he was finished, Grant slid his arm around her waist and pulled her upright against his heaving
chest. He nuzzled the side of her head and kissed her neck where he d bitten her.
Sherrie felt something had shifted inside her, like a window opening. She couldn t pinpoint what was
different, but she felt energized, even more vibrant than she had after her encounter with John. She turned
to face Grant, braced her hands against his chest and looked up into his eyes. Is this really happening?
What do you think?
His body felt solid against her, his breath warm on her face, and his come trickled from her pussy. It
couldn t get much more real than that. But just as she was about to nod in agreement, Grant disappeared.
Sherrie jerked awake, tangled in the sleeping bag on the futon mattress. She sat up, blinking. The
room was empty and the door was bolted with Grant Perron on the other side. She was alone.
She heaved a sigh and pushed her sweaty hair back from her face. She d never had such a vivid erotic
dream in her life or one that had left her body so limp and worn. Her calf muscles were trembling as though
she d really been standing and her ass was tender from the spanking. Her pussy felt like it had been
pummeled by a big, hard cock. Just the thought of the encounter made her sex clench and come trickled
from inside her.
John Walker, she thought, but her heart and her body knew better. She touched the sore spot on her
neck where she d been marked by both a wolf and a panther.
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