A fierce lunge sought to dominate the dark wolf, impatient fingers race covering every spot of her supple curves. Equally rushing breath weighs on the smaller woman now being crowded by the hung lions bulge threatening to burst free at any second. In sudden command, Don spun Dana around, firm palm on the nape of her neck applied pressure forcing her to bend over there beside the barn of the lake front property. A rough peel of her panties hastily pulled them down into a crumpled bunch between her ankles. She would hear the sound of a fallen zipper echo before immense heat settled upon her bare ass, taken by the swelling shaft, its knobbed crown smeared, shoving in search of the gap between her thighs in the dead of midnight fall.
Unbridled lust is unleashed as the lion swarms her body. Breasts taken, cupped in masculine palms in raised lift before a flurry of suckling lips squeeze giving slurping tugs to such sore little nipples. Mouth pops free watching the mounds jiggle, sloping naturally in slick perk. Roaming hands then tore at ripping her skirt in a flash stripping Dana there before her king.
A feral raw passion only understood between two beasts of nature unfolding. Dons hunger now lapping at her tender zone with squeezing kisses dabbed down to the collar bone. Handsome features now buried in the sweet scent as he pursued latching a firm suckle as a large forearm curled the shape of her waist. Teeth playfully gnawed at, plucking the buttons loose to her blouse, each met with a gasp of anticipation from his Wolfie.
A look of longing etched between twin iris that held her in complete attention, her kiss felt as if a spring of fresh sunlight tickling male flesh. The intimacy closed further, a gradual lean of his torso met hers as the lion marked her delicate profile with his pucker trailing down into the neck.
