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“Beautiful,” he said. His fingers trailed between her legs, finding her sensitive folds, teasing her. One thick finger delved inside her sex. Celene thrust against it, wanting more. He slid out, spreading the moisture around her clit.
“More,” she cried.
Two huge fingers slammed into her, stretching, probing.
Celene thrashed from side to side. “Nace. I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” He pulled out, wiping the juices on her bare flesh.
She twisted her neck to glare at him. “What? Damn you.”
Nace placed a palm on her head, forcing her cheek against the cool granite surface.
He chuckled, pushing his digits inside again, exploring, his pace slow but steady. Frustrating.
She wiggled against his insertion.
“Not so fast. You don’t deserve release yet. You have to earn it.”
“Nace, fuck me.”
“With what?”
“Your cock.” His fingers still pumped inside her, too slow to do the job. She pressed into them.
“Where do you want my cock? Here?”
She bucked against him, moaning. “Yes.”
“Or here?” He pulled out and used her juices to glide along the crease between her cheeks, touching her dark entrance.
Celene whimpered, jerking as he moved closer behind her, his thumb a solid pressure. When she squirmed, he pressed against her back.
“Shh. Not there yet.”
She heard his zipper, the whisper of his pants dropping. Then she felt his cock drag through her moistness, finally settling at her sex. “I think here.” His body spread her wider as he stepped closer to slam inside, balls deep. No slow or easy for the jaguar.
Nace was long, broad, and hard, filling her completely, a painful pleasure. One she had to accustom herself to. She sucked in a breath.
He paused as if he knew she needed time. “Let me know when you’re ready.” He bent over her, kissing her neck.
Finally, she rocked against him, seeking friction, silently telling him she was ready.
But he wanted to play.
Damn cat.
Celene quivered. “Nace, move.”
He growled, low, fierce, as his arm curled about her hips. He slipped a hand under her breasts, squeezing one. Next the other. “So impatient.” He pumped in. Out. A slow, teasing rhythm. Never deep enough. Never fast enough. But he was so delicious.
To relieve the ache, Celene bucked against him, tired of being at his mercy. Though she could barely move in his tight grasp.
“You asked for my cock. You’ve got it.” He leaned into her ear, whispering.
Angry, she arched her back, trying to force Nace to take her deep and fast.
But he gripped her hips, his chest a warm, heavy blanket which prevented her from moving. Then his teeth sank into her shoulder. His jaguar was commanding her to be still. She heeded the warning.
