Angelina Evans Paladin's Pr

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never participated in them. The thought of his mouth on her
sex ... She shuddered again. She couldn't even imagine what
it would feel like.
Her eyes went back to his cock and her imagination
soared. If he could taste her, could she taste him?
His cock stood out from his body like a pole, its head a
long dome. The shaft had an uneven, nubby texture. As she
watched, he grasped it in one hand, still holding her open
with the other. He pulled his penis down, its head shiny with
moisture, and rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina.
She couldn't catch her breath even though she was
breathing fast. He was there, between her legs, snug against
her. Hot and hard. Longer and thicker than anything she'd
taken into her body before.
Panic raced through her in a suffocating wave. She rolled
up slightly and braced herself on her elbows. She couldn't
tear her eyes away from his cock pressed against her. "It
won't fit inside me. There's no way you'll fit it inside me
without hurting me." Her voice wavered on the last word. She
didn't want to be hurt. She wanted to experience him but she
didn't want to be hurt.
Teeth bared, the muscles in his jaw knotted, Paladin flexed
forward. The feel of him tight against her became a heavy
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pressure, her entrance stinging as it was forced to stretch.
Llaryn shook her head in a wild no and started to inch back.
"Don't move." Paladin snapped the order.
Her eyes flew to his.
"I'm a predator," he growled. "My instinct is to ram my
cock into your cunt fast and hard. I need to claim you. If you
try to get away, we're both lost."
Fear sent fine tremors racing through her. But it wasn't
only fear. There was excitement there, too. She wanted to roll
over and hide, as much from herself as from him, but she
couldn't. Whatever the outcome, they were going to have
sex.
Paladin pressed forward, sweat beading his forehead. The
head of his cock forced her vaginal opening to stretch and
open around him.
Llaryn's head fell back. Her breasts heaved as she
breathed through the stinging, burning pressure. He was
never going to be able to force his cock into her.
The domed head of his cock pierced her.
Paladin groaned.
Llaryn tensed even more. Her lips pressed together. The
pressure, the burn, the sting, it didn't ease. It grew. His cock
was in her, stretching her, forcing her open. She was tight
around him. She fought to breathe through the feeling of
incredible fullness. She understood what impaled meant. She
was impaled on him.
Paladin didn't quit pushing, invading deeper, opening her
wider. He grunted, his face twisted, sweat dripping from him.
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Llaryn held still, lifted her hips, shifted to one side, shifted
to the other. Nothing eased his burning invasion. And he was
invading. He was taking her, molding her around his great
cock. He was hot and throbbing inside her. Stretched around
him as she was, she felt every hard nub along the shaft of his
penis as he entered her, felt them rubbing her vaginal walls,
the velvet skin covering them doing nothing to ease the
friction of his penetration.
He grasped her hips, leaned over her, strained against her.
His lips curled back from his teeth, his sweat dripped on her.
His penis moved forward, deeper into her in short, jerky
movements. The muscles in his buttocks and upper thighs
bunched tight, straining forward as he fought to hold back.
Llaryn, her eyes barely slitted, could see the war raging
inside him mirrored on his face. The need to conquer and
claim in the low, savage sounds he made and his bared teeth.
The need to protect reflected in the black depths of his eyes.
There was nothing she could do to help him. Nothing she
could do to help herself. She felt stuffed by him and he was
still pushing into her. It seemed like he'd been pushing into
her forever. Her inner muscles clenched as much as they
could, stretched as they were, but it did nothing to slow or
stop his advance.
Finally, miraculously, he stopped.
Llaryn gasped in air through her open mouth. She knew
his cock only filled her vagina but her whole body felt
impaled. Her nipples throbbed in time to his pulsing cock. Her
areolas felt tight and pulsed too. The walls of her channel
squeezed him in a frantic milking motion. His cock, buried
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deep inside her, jerked at odd intervals. It felt like it lifted her
off the bed with its sudden, violent movements.
Paladin's fingers bit into her hips. His eyes closed and his
nostrils flared as he fought for control.
Overwhelmed, Llaryn didn't know what to do. He hadn't
ejaculated so she knew he wasn't done. Her body teetered on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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