Page 7 of Sasquatch's Claiming

She rode his finger and his mouth. The pleasure intensifying until she came hard and fast. Her pussy squeezing his finger. He continued licking as he slid his finger out, as if he was trying to eat up every last bit of her, and it was so fucking hot. She just wanted more and she wanted to taste him.

Even though it felt like she was completely boneless, she shimmied herself over to him and pulled him down on her bed.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

“Returning the favour.” And there was a driving need to do just that.

She pushed him down and he took up the entire bed. It was cute and slightly comical, but there would be time to laugh later.

Moving down his body, she gripped his massive cock in her fist, stroking it.

He growled, throwing his head back. “Bernadette.”

It was low and guttural as she stroked him. He was hard as a rock, but also velvety, and her pussy clenched again thinking about what it would be like to ride him.

“Just relax,” she said, licking her lips. “I want you to feel the same as I do.”

It was sohard to relax with her hand gripping his cock and the taste of her pussy on his lips. She was stroking him and it felt so fucking good. He’d been touched before, but because it was Bernadette, it felt a thousand times better.

Then her tongue touched the tip, running along under the head of his cock, and he let out a howl. One that was loud and out of his control, just instinctual.

She giggled. “I have neighbors.”

He grunted. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan to.” Her gaze was locked on him as her sweet pink mouth enveloped the head of his dick, licking and suckinghim as her tiny little hand stroked his length. He wanted to throw her down and bury himself in her hot little cunt, but he also didn’t want the sensation of this to stop. A coil of heat was building deep in his balls. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock gently into her mouth, wanting to go deeper but knowing he couldn’t. The last thing he wanted to do was choke his little human.

The stroking intensified and it wasn’t too long until his body stiffened and he gripped the mattress, bracing for a release.

“Going to come,” he grunted, and as his hands dug into the side of his mattress, there was the sound of tearing and asproingof a spring releasing.

She removed her mouth and rubbed the head of his cock as he spurted all over her chest, coming until he was spent.

He lay there, his legs hanging over the side of the bed, staring at her ceiling. Bernadette crawled up the length of him.

“Did you just destroy my mattress?” she teased.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She curled against him, staring at him.

“I wished you remembered me,” he whispered.

“I’m trying. I dream of you every night.” She stifled a yawn.

“Rest. I’ll keep you safe.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, but then did as he’d said. And he revelled in this moment of holding her.

His mate.

His.

What the heck just happened?

And that was the question that was rolling around in Bernadette’s head, especially since there were two hulking arms wrapped protectively around her. The thing was, this felt right and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t feeling that horrible, gnawing, longing that was eating away at her.