Satisfaction part8
as he moved his hips against hers, he had to tilt his head slightly upwards to
feel the nape of her neck with his mouth. Sheila rolled onto her back,
spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around him, her tail curling around
his back. Her paw is almost the size of my head, he thought for an instant.
Then his hands found her breasts, and the awareness that they, too, were almost
the size of his head drove other considerations from him. He kissed one
nipple, lightly bit the other, licked the fur between them, rubbing his face in
her plush chest fur. She responded only by stroking his back and drawing one
extended claw lightly across the small of it. He gripped her back with his
arms, driving his hands into her and thrusting in deep.
It wasn’t until he rolled off of her, gasping, that he thought about it.
Most women he knew would have at least cried out; he was unapologetically
aggressive, and wanted to be able to do what he wanted with his women when he
wanted it. Sheila had let him do what he wanted, all right: try to take her by
force and end up working himself against her until he came like a volcano. He
…End of the part8. To be continued..