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then, she was goddamn tight. He pushed and pulled and pushed again and her pussy expanded to accept his full length.
    She started to pant, and he felt his own breath coming in ragged gasps. Fuck. He knew that mating with her would always be this amazing. He breathed on her lips as he sheathed his cock to his hilt. “Oh, babe…” Words couldn’t describe how good she made him feel. She stared directly into his eyes.
    He lifted his head, but before he could say a word, she beat him to it.
    “Trent… Damn you. I… ooh…” She bared her throat in ecstasy.
    That stirred the primal instinct in him.
    That simple move was the sexiest gesture a female could display for a shifter like him. The act of surrender. With a low growl that he wasn’t entirely sure belonged to him—his tiger almost slipped into the surface— he fucked her like he meant it. He was a man possessed. She moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Bravely. It was so good. So fucking good.
    She held on to his shoulders, panting. “Trent…” A dozen strokes and she climaxed. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft. Her body tensed before she shook from head to toe.
    Beautiful.
    This was only the first orgasm she had on his cock tonight and he intended for her to have many more. Until he was fully sated.
    After all, she was his to claim.
    ~~~
     
    Trent was a fierce lover.
    Gone was the kind and gentle Trent. The man above and inside her was a sex fiend. He awakened some deep, recessed dark desire within her that she never knew she had. She loved the way he fucked her. The rough sex. The way he branded her flesh with his to become one.
    And the pleasure was unbelievable. After she had grown out of her teenage hormones, she’d always thought sex was more of a chore than something enjoyable. But with Trent, she could feel herself getting addicted all over again. She wouldn’t mind holing up in this room for a week with him with just their naked lust, trying every position in the Kama Sutra, fucking their brains out until they were both chafed and raw.
    With Trent, she wanted to try everything.
    He watched her reaction as he fucked her with increasingly rapid thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.
    She could only nod. Words were beyond her now. Her brain seemed incapable of mustering a coherent answer. He had reduced her to such a state that she came at the slightest provocation.
    “I can make you feel even better, babe. You belong to me, and this pussy is mine. From now on, I’m the only one who can satisfy you like this. No one else.”
    His arrogant words rang in her ears. She could feel everything. The impossible hardness of his flesh. The texture of his shaft. The coarseness of his pubic hair. Everything male about him. Her pussy fluttered around his rock hard cock and already she teetered a the edge of another orgasm. He slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit.
    That sent her over the edge instantly.
    She came with the speed of a lightning bolt and her pussy flooded with wetness.
    “Ooh, I like that,” he noticed the new wetness on her thighs and knew that it was time to change things up. Trent suddenly withdrew and flipped her over onto her stomach. He was inside her again in a heartbeat and fucked her ferociously from behind.
    God, oh, God, she was wild-eyed. She clawed the bed sheet and moaned. Taking him in this position felt so amazing. Each thrust made her toes curl with pleasure. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock just for fun.
    His reaction was as expected. He laughed and slammed into her harder. Oh, God, she loved having him so deep like this. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he fucked her over and over, and the fire of their lust incinerated her sanity to cinders. She came again. A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. She screamed hard as she soared into oblivion.
    And Trent was far from finished.
    She was drenched in sweat and juice and her new lover had a bigger appetite than she had expected. And the worst

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