Shifters of Grrr 2 (48 page)

"Move," I begged.
 

He complied and started building a slow, tantalizing rhythm that drove me insane with lust.
 

"Faster, please... harder..."

He smiled down at me, but his eyes told me how much he liked my demanding tone. He slammed into me harder, picking up the pace and making the bed squeak under our lovemaking.
 

"Oh yes... that's it... fuck me!"

I closed my eyes and focused on the tension that was building inside me again, growing and expanding until it was too much. My fingernails dug into his back, leaving deep, red marks. My pussy walls clenched around his hard cock, which made him release a low moan right into my ear. That sent me over the edge. The knowledge that I was the one who made him feel this way, who made him moan in pleasure, was too much for me to handle. The second orgasm took over my senses, leaving me a screaming, writhing mess under his rock-hard body. My pussy started clenching and unclenching rhythmically, and I soon felt the head of his marvelous cock grow even larger. With a grunt, he shot his seed deep inside me. I held on to him as he rode out his own orgasm, my pussy milking him dry, squeezing his softening cock for good measure just in case there was any drop left.

He collapsed on top of me, and my spent body relaxed completely under his pleasant weight. I would have loved to keep my legs and arms around him, but it was nearly impossible to control my muscles anymore. I was sore all over, and all I wanted was to lie there and stare at the ceiling.

"Will you marry me now?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Was he really asking me that?

"What do you think, genius?"

I felt him smile against my neck.
 

"Oh, there's one problem, though."

He lifted himself up to look into my eyes. "What problem?"

"My family... I don't think they like you much."

He started laughing, and all I could do was stare at him mesmerized. He truly was the most handsome man I had ever seen.
 

"You told them about me, didn't you?"

"Yeah... sort of. I think we should get dressed, just in case someone comes to arrest you in the next couple of hours."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No..." I gave him a half smile. I was just realizing how complicated this whole situation could get. "My father is pretty serious when it comes to his little girl..."

"Then, I guess we should pay him a visit."
 

He pulled out, and I closed my eyes to better enjoy the sensation of his seed leaking out of me. Oh, I could get used to this.

"I'll take advantage of this unique opportunity and ask him to give me your hand in marriage. What do you think?"

"Well, good luck with that. He might need some convincing."

"I'll do my best." He moved to the edge of the bed, then reached for my hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle with incredible care. "You're the one, Aimée. My love. My soul. I live to make you the happiest woman in the world."

"I already am, Gabriel. I already am..."

THE END

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was met with resistance, his
 
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She shook her head, never stopping her hips as his hands slid up her thighs, pulling her skirt up with them.
 

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As his hands reached the bottom of her ass, it became clear that dreaming Nora forgot her panties even though she had noticed them being drenched only moments earlier. Eh,worked for her. As he wound one arm around her extra cushy middle and the other around to her pussy, she knew she was in for the wet dream of a life time. Might as well get it while dreaming. Goodness knows real life had been a drought lately.

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