The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0169

"Did you disobey me? Did you come?" I'm panting so hard, I can barely answer.

"No. No. I promise."

He doesn't believe me.

With a growl, he pushes me onto my back on the bed and kneels over me, flattening one hand over my sternum and pressing down so I'm pinned.

The other hand he slides between my legs. He hisses when he finds me soaking wet and ready for him.

He thrusts a finger inside me, shushing me when I groan.

"Place your arms over your head and spread your legs." Shivering, I lift my arms over my head and rest my clasped hands against the bed. Then I spread my thighs and bite my bottom lip, praying I'll be strong enough to take whatever he's about to give me.

He's still for a moment, watching my face with avid eyes, that finger sunk deep inside me waiting for the rhythmic clench of orgasm. I'm almost there-almost-and if he moves his finger at all, I'll tip over the edge and start fucking his hand desperately as my climax rips through me.

He slides the hand pressed against my sternum over to one breast and fondles it for a moment before he pinches the hard nipple. Pleasure ripples through my body in waves that head straight down between my legs. Though I'm unable to control the way my thighs quiver and my back arches from the bed, I remain silent, breathing shallowly through my nose.

Between his legs, his erection stares straight at me, glistened with my saliva, the crown flushed red. The shaft is thick, taut, and mapped with veins.

been mean and cold towards me today, I want it. I need it. I need him to impale me on it and fuck me senseless as he growls filthy things into my ear and perfumes my skin with his scent as he grinds

stops and

know what?" He rises from my body, pulling me up by the arms with him. "Get on all fours." I squint at him. His holds

behind. I can feel his hot, stiff erection

wrists with one hand, Reagan slides the other between my legs. He rubs my pussy lips, spreading the wetness all over. When his fingertips glide over my clit,

finger up and down my pussy and I cry

mine," he says darkly. I turn my face to guides

cushion when he

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I cry out, shuddering.

commands softly as he shoves

eyes watering. He doesn't move his hips again, he simply lies on top of me, breathing heavily against my

tear slides over the bridge of my nose. Trembling, full of him and chaotic emotion, I whisper brokenly, "Reagan." He groans. "Please fuck

pussy with a sharp snap of his hips. My sob

harder, then again with a grunt when

my clit is throbbing and my hard nipples rub with delicious friction against the coarse fabric of the sofa with every thrust, so I beg him to keep going, canting my hips up and back like

my hip in one hand and

and braces one foot against the mattress, then grips my hips in both hands