Stripe for Love: Paranormal Surprise Pregnancy Tiger Shifter Romance (Shifter Grove Brides Book 6) by Anya Nowlan Page A
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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into her pussy oh so slowly that any words she might have wanted to speak were muddled into a whiny little sound that made no sense to anyone. Well, maybe Atlas, because she could hear his dark chuckle, one that made her pulse even more for him.
He started pumping his fingers in and out of her and she luxuriated in the feeling of them scissoring inside of her, opening her up for him as his tongue still danced on her clit. Layla had never had a one-night stand, but she was thoroughly enjoying this one. Even before he pulled his fingers out of her, slick with her juices, she was already regretting the fact that she’d have to keep going to Seattle the next morning.
Atlas moved up and let go of her, leaving Layla on her back in the sheets, her bra still on, the thong pushed to the side. She watched him slowly track up her body, his hot tongue tracing a line from her clit to her chest and then her lips, kissing her when he got there. She could taste herself on him and hell if it didn’t taste sexy. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, her hands roamed over his muscular, big torso.
With a perfect six-pack and a chest right out of some bodybuilder’s dream, he was heavenly, all muscle and strength, looking like he could carry logs on his back all day and not break a sweat.
What did he say he does again? Lumberjack? Miner? Something manly like that, Layla decided, not that it mattered much.
“Have you been a good girl?” Atlas asked, cocking a brow at her.
She nodded immediately, grinning.
“Good. Lick yourself off of me,” he commanded, pressing his fingers to her lips.
She opened her mouth and did so gladly, sucking the digits into her mouth and cleaning them with her tongue, her blue eyes locked on his and her hands going down to his belt buckle, undoing it quickly. It was unfair how much she wanted him at that point, but it was one of those times where she knew her eagerness for something fun wasn’t going to leave her disappointed.
He smirked as she pulled the zipper down and then slinked her hand into his boxers, gripping his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she sighed, blushing at her own words.
“Gotta be to take care of your appetite, baby,” he said, almost purring.
Layla’s hand worked up and down his cock, spreading pre-cum with the tip of her thumb and making him groan, a rumbly sound that she wanted to hear again. She gripped him harder, willing him to want it so bad that he’d stop teasing her. Atlas pushed down one strap of her bra and then the other before pulling down the cups and revealing her generous breasts. Her small nipples were already tight, puckering with anticipation.
He pinched one of them and she whimpered into the touch, her body spasming. Then, he lowered his head and took it in his mouth, sucking on it until her hand was working him so hard she could feel the veins pulse and throb underneath her touch. That was when she couldn’t take it anymore, this mystery man she’d come to want more than anyone else she’d ever known.
Layla helped him when he snapped off her thong and when he stood up for a moment to take off his worn jeans and boxers, she took another moment to admire him. He was a predator, smooth movements but rough edges, danger wafting off of him. He had to be some kind of a shifter, she was sure of it. Regular men just didn’t get that… big . Shoulders or… well, the other thing.
She bit her lip as he dove back onto the bed, kissing her ravenously as he parted her legs with his thigh, making her legs go up around his hips. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her tight pussy and the anticipation was killing her. She grinded against him as he fisted one hand in her hair, the other going to her stomach, palm flat against her side.
“Do you want this, baby?” he asked, his eyes ablaze.
“I need this,” Layla confessed, breathing heavy.
That was what he’d wanted to hear. Slowly, excruciatingly so, he pushed into her, making Layla lose any
He started pumping his fingers in and out of her and she luxuriated in the feeling of them scissoring inside of her, opening her up for him as his tongue still danced on her clit. Layla had never had a one-night stand, but she was thoroughly enjoying this one. Even before he pulled his fingers out of her, slick with her juices, she was already regretting the fact that she’d have to keep going to Seattle the next morning.
Atlas moved up and let go of her, leaving Layla on her back in the sheets, her bra still on, the thong pushed to the side. She watched him slowly track up her body, his hot tongue tracing a line from her clit to her chest and then her lips, kissing her when he got there. She could taste herself on him and hell if it didn’t taste sexy. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, her hands roamed over his muscular, big torso.
With a perfect six-pack and a chest right out of some bodybuilder’s dream, he was heavenly, all muscle and strength, looking like he could carry logs on his back all day and not break a sweat.
What did he say he does again? Lumberjack? Miner? Something manly like that, Layla decided, not that it mattered much.
“Have you been a good girl?” Atlas asked, cocking a brow at her.
She nodded immediately, grinning.
“Good. Lick yourself off of me,” he commanded, pressing his fingers to her lips.
She opened her mouth and did so gladly, sucking the digits into her mouth and cleaning them with her tongue, her blue eyes locked on his and her hands going down to his belt buckle, undoing it quickly. It was unfair how much she wanted him at that point, but it was one of those times where she knew her eagerness for something fun wasn’t going to leave her disappointed.
He smirked as she pulled the zipper down and then slinked her hand into his boxers, gripping his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she sighed, blushing at her own words.
“Gotta be to take care of your appetite, baby,” he said, almost purring.
Layla’s hand worked up and down his cock, spreading pre-cum with the tip of her thumb and making him groan, a rumbly sound that she wanted to hear again. She gripped him harder, willing him to want it so bad that he’d stop teasing her. Atlas pushed down one strap of her bra and then the other before pulling down the cups and revealing her generous breasts. Her small nipples were already tight, puckering with anticipation.
He pinched one of them and she whimpered into the touch, her body spasming. Then, he lowered his head and took it in his mouth, sucking on it until her hand was working him so hard she could feel the veins pulse and throb underneath her touch. That was when she couldn’t take it anymore, this mystery man she’d come to want more than anyone else she’d ever known.
Layla helped him when he snapped off her thong and when he stood up for a moment to take off his worn jeans and boxers, she took another moment to admire him. He was a predator, smooth movements but rough edges, danger wafting off of him. He had to be some kind of a shifter, she was sure of it. Regular men just didn’t get that… big . Shoulders or… well, the other thing.
She bit her lip as he dove back onto the bed, kissing her ravenously as he parted her legs with his thigh, making her legs go up around his hips. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her tight pussy and the anticipation was killing her. She grinded against him as he fisted one hand in her hair, the other going to her stomach, palm flat against her side.
“Do you want this, baby?” he asked, his eyes ablaze.
“I need this,” Layla confessed, breathing heavy.
That was what he’d wanted to hear. Slowly, excruciatingly so, he pushed into her, making Layla lose any
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