Scaling Her Dragon: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 8) by Milly Taiden
Authors: Milly Taiden
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Becca. Her sweetness and understanding had ensnared his heart. “No.”
She opened her mouth, ready to say something he knew she’d later on regret. His head dropped, his lips taking hers in a hungry kiss—a kiss he’d been unable to ignore since the last time he’d had her body in his grasp.
His need for her felt overwhelming, like he was losing himself without her. Every emotion she pulled out of him had filled him with desperation.
She fought him at first, pushing his body, but her anger redirected the moment he plunged his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan sounded from her. She raked her nails over his shoulders, gripping and squeezing.
Lust hazed his thinking. He yanked at her clothes, tearing at the material and touching her everywhere he could. Their kiss turned wilder, bolder. Tongues mated, he groaned, and she sighed. He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, tightening the tiny buds.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he licked and nipped his way to her tits. She arched her back, offering them to him. He laved her warm skin and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” She gripped his short hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
There was so much beauty in watching her enjoy his mouth on her breast, sucking and fondling until she squirmed from foot to foot. He let go of her tit, continuing his trek down to her soft belly. He bit the smooth area around her belly button, licking and sucking the little hole.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good,” she mumbled.
He kneeled between her legs, mesmerized by the heat of her pussy and the delectable scent of her desire.
He glanced up and licked his lips. Her beautiful curves glowed with perspiration. He wanted to kiss his way up her body and claim every dip on her.
“Hang on,” he said.
She opened her eyes and looked around until she saw two leather straps hanging to either side of her head. She looped her arms through the openings and gripped the leather tight.
“Vikter,” she moaned. “This will take little effort on your part if you keep me waiting much longer. I’m so close.” She gasped when he ran a finger between her lips into her pussy. “So close.”
TWENTY-SIX
Becca clung to the leather straps for dear life. She was going to lose her mind if Vikter didn’t do more than tease her.
“I love your scent,” he inhaled and pressed his nose into her pussy. “I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue. Making you scream.”
Hell, yes! She could go for some, or a lot, of that. “Please,” she said breathlessly.
He grabbed one of her large thighs and draped it over his shoulder, making her pelvis tilt toward his face. Then he did the same with the other, until her back was pressed on the glass, and she was using the leather straps to hold herself upright.
Suddenly, he started to stand. She squealed. The leather straps shortened the straighter he got, until he was standing at full height, her arms pulled above her head and his face in her pussy.
She leaned back farther, wiggling her lower body closer to his mouth. He held her up by her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy flush against his lips, as if she weighed next to nothing. He didn’t even lose his breath standing with her on his shoulders.
“Vikter,” she gasped. “Are you insane?”
He licked at her inner thigh and glanced up. “Why would I be insane?”
“I’m a really heavy girl,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this.”
A slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. “Heavy? Maybe on sarcasm,” he chuckled. “You’re so small. I could hold you like this all day.” He rubbed his nose on her clit, and she saw stars. “I just might, too. It’s a beautiful view I’ve got.” He nipped at one of her pussy lips and grunted. “And you taste better than any sweet. Fucking perfect.”
She groaned. He tongued her pussy like he was reaching for her fucking
She opened her mouth, ready to say something he knew she’d later on regret. His head dropped, his lips taking hers in a hungry kiss—a kiss he’d been unable to ignore since the last time he’d had her body in his grasp.
His need for her felt overwhelming, like he was losing himself without her. Every emotion she pulled out of him had filled him with desperation.
She fought him at first, pushing his body, but her anger redirected the moment he plunged his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan sounded from her. She raked her nails over his shoulders, gripping and squeezing.
Lust hazed his thinking. He yanked at her clothes, tearing at the material and touching her everywhere he could. Their kiss turned wilder, bolder. Tongues mated, he groaned, and she sighed. He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, tightening the tiny buds.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he licked and nipped his way to her tits. She arched her back, offering them to him. He laved her warm skin and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” She gripped his short hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
There was so much beauty in watching her enjoy his mouth on her breast, sucking and fondling until she squirmed from foot to foot. He let go of her tit, continuing his trek down to her soft belly. He bit the smooth area around her belly button, licking and sucking the little hole.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good,” she mumbled.
He kneeled between her legs, mesmerized by the heat of her pussy and the delectable scent of her desire.
He glanced up and licked his lips. Her beautiful curves glowed with perspiration. He wanted to kiss his way up her body and claim every dip on her.
“Hang on,” he said.
She opened her eyes and looked around until she saw two leather straps hanging to either side of her head. She looped her arms through the openings and gripped the leather tight.
“Vikter,” she moaned. “This will take little effort on your part if you keep me waiting much longer. I’m so close.” She gasped when he ran a finger between her lips into her pussy. “So close.”
TWENTY-SIX
Becca clung to the leather straps for dear life. She was going to lose her mind if Vikter didn’t do more than tease her.
“I love your scent,” he inhaled and pressed his nose into her pussy. “I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue. Making you scream.”
Hell, yes! She could go for some, or a lot, of that. “Please,” she said breathlessly.
He grabbed one of her large thighs and draped it over his shoulder, making her pelvis tilt toward his face. Then he did the same with the other, until her back was pressed on the glass, and she was using the leather straps to hold herself upright.
Suddenly, he started to stand. She squealed. The leather straps shortened the straighter he got, until he was standing at full height, her arms pulled above her head and his face in her pussy.
She leaned back farther, wiggling her lower body closer to his mouth. He held her up by her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy flush against his lips, as if she weighed next to nothing. He didn’t even lose his breath standing with her on his shoulders.
“Vikter,” she gasped. “Are you insane?”
He licked at her inner thigh and glanced up. “Why would I be insane?”
“I’m a really heavy girl,” she stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this.”
A slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. “Heavy? Maybe on sarcasm,” he chuckled. “You’re so small. I could hold you like this all day.” He rubbed his nose on her clit, and she saw stars. “I just might, too. It’s a beautiful view I’ve got.” He nipped at one of her pussy lips and grunted. “And you taste better than any sweet. Fucking perfect.”
She groaned. He tongued her pussy like he was reaching for her fucking
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