Cougar's Gift: Pacific Northwest Cougars: (Shifter Romance) (15 page)

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tryker unzipped
her jeans and started shimmying them down her legs. He left her yellow panties in place. No rush, he reminded himself.

Getting them to her ankles he yanked off her boots and socks, then finished with the jeans. He picked up each foot and placed an open mouth kiss on each of her arches. That made her freeze, it felt so good. Who would have known, foot arches?

Then his mouth moved over to that little silver ring he had spied. He sucked her toe into his mouth and rolled the ring with his tongue. Now that was unexpected, Libby thought as her pussy clenched in response.

Stryker trailed his hands back up her calves. When he reached her knees he used the middle finger on each hand to dip behind her knees and rub between the crease of her calf and thigh.

It felt dirty, naughty, and oh so good. To her shock he pulled one hand away and slid his middle finger into his mouth and wetted it. Then put it back behind her knee.

Libby hissed at the sensation. It was hot and wet, why did that feel so freaking good?

“Imagine, Libby. I’m going to wet my fingers with that sweet juice from your pussy. Then I’m going to slide one finger deep inside you. I’m gonna search for a spot that makes you scream for me.

I’m gonna feel that tight cunt grip my finger as it begs for more. I’ll give it to you baby. I’ll give you another finger. I’ll get you so ready and wet for me that I’m going to slide right into you.

My cock is going to fit you like we were made for each other. I’ll fill every inch of that pussy, stretch you tight and hear you call out my name.”

Oh! Libby knew all of that was true. She was already wet and ready for him, she wasn’t going to say that of course. But he was a smart guy she was sure he could figure it out.

“I want to hear it again, Libby. What do you want?” He said this with intensity like he was going to have her pledge herself every step of the way.

“I want you, Stryker,” she whispered.

“Good. That’s good, baby,” he said, letting his hands slide up to her thighs. He gave them a little push and Libby complied letting them fall open.

She watched his eyes close as he breathed her in. She never thought she’d meet a man that was so olfactory focused. If that was even a thing.

Stryker took a moment to reflect on how utterly different this experience was. In the past, sex was about getting off.

That was what the dirty talk was for. It was a way for him to separate himself from his partners. If he kept talking he got off faster and since he always made sure his partners got theirs first, he’d be done. Time to move on.

Now he knew the words with Libby weren’t about him. He knew that she liked the dirty things he said. He could feel and smell her reactions. Every word he said was like a caress for his mate. It made him want to coax her orgasm to its peak just by talking to her.

His eyes opened and Libby could swear they had changed color. The outside ring was bright yellow glowing in the light. She dismissed it because the look inside those eyes had her breath stopping. He was beyond aroused.

She could see the flush on his cheeks now along with the faint sweat on his brow. Her eyes scanned over his shoulders and saw they were rigid, flexed like he was internally holding on.

“Libby, you smell so fucking good. I’m warning you now, once I’ve tasted you, once I’ve had you, I’m claiming that pussy as mine. I won’t fucking share it; I’ll kill anyone that touches you. You’re mine,” he said roughly. His voice had an odd vibration behind it. His words echoed in the room.

“Hear me and understand, baby. No one touches what belongs to me.” Striker emphasized this by sliding his hands up her thighs to the outside of her hips. He let his fingers sink into her soft flesh near her ass and squeeze. “All of this,” he squeezed again, “Is mine.”

Libby should be freaked by someone essentially saying they owned her. But she wasn’t, she wanted to belong to only him. It sounded like a really good place to be. So she nodded. His brisk head nod to her said he knew she heard him and was accepting.

Once he got that acknowledgment he leaned down and closed his mouth over the damp spot on her panties. His tongue swept out and licked giving him the first sweet taste of her arousal. It was just as good as he knew it would be.

It was her, sweet and spicy, fucking delicious. He heard her gasp at the contact then he took it up a notch and dragged his lower teeth over the top of her mound scraping her clit.

“Stryker,” she hissed.

He hummed against the spot, making her gasp again. Her legs were trying to reflexively close, but he was in the space they wanted to go.

Denied.

“Mouse, this is my pussy now and I’ll give you everything you need,” he said. His breath swept over the sweet spot of her adding to the sensations that had her jerking up to him.

Fuck him, she was so responsive. He couldn’t wait to send her over the moon. He leaned up and grabbed the band of her panties in his teeth.

Pulling down slowly he kept his eyes on her big bright ones. He used his hands to lift her ass so he could continue his slow agonizing reveal.

Once he’d gotten them to her knees he used a hand to rip them the rest of the way off. Stryker’s hands came back to her knees that closed to get the garment off and pushed them open with one finger. Her immediate compliance made his already rock hard dick flex in his pants.

He looked down at the most perfect pussy he’d revealed, she was beautiful. Pink and dripping. He swallowed trying to control himself.

Libby knew he was looking at her and instinctively she started to bring a hand down to cover herself. He was staring at it so intently she was getting a little uncomfortable. Her hand never made it there, it was snatched back in a firm but gentle grip.

“Oh no, baby. You don’t get to deny me my view. You’re beautiful and now that beauty is mine. Don’t ever hide from me. There isn’t a part on you that I don’t think is stunning,” he said to her, still holding her hand.

Libby was finding it a little hard to believe that he was staring at her like she was a velvet painting of a sunset, but he didn’t seem to be lying. Maybe he did think it was beautiful. To each their own she figured, letting her hand relax.

“Here, I’ll give your hands something to do.” Pushing one of her legs up and he placed her hand on her knee. He repeated the other side so she was spread open for him completely exposed.

“Stryker,” she said quietly. This was not a dignified pose.

“Trust me, mouse.” Keeping her worried but still trusting eyes he leaned towards her pussy.

Still watching her, he leaned down and took one long and rough sweep of his tongue over her pussy. He let the tip of his tongue linger over her clit. He could see her thighs flex in response.

“See, this way I have all of you, baby. All open to me like a fucking pussy buffet,” he said.

This visual actually made Libby laugh. Then she stopped, looking at him horrified. She was sure that wasn’t proper sex behavior. Not that she’d read that book of course.

“You can laugh, baby. You can scream, you can cry. There are no rules in here. Whatever we want, whenever we want between the two of us,” he assured her.

She liked that, that it wasn’t all serious and formal. She still had the picture of a lineup of pussies in her head and she grinned.

He grinned back then the grin faded as he took in a deep breath. She watched his nose flare again and eyelids close like he was soaking it all in. He didn’t even open his eyes as came back down to her heated core.

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tryker’s cougar was impatient
. He had his mate’s stunning pussy right in front of his face and he was licking her clean.

He decided they both needed this and stopped delaying. His mate was relaxed, smiling and still fucking wet. He needed her wetter, he wanted her soft and gushing the first time. His goal was for her to feel nothing but fucking bliss with him. It would kill him to hurt her even a tiny bit.

His cat took that moment to remind him she really didn’t know who he was. Stryker pushed that thought away, first things first.

Stryker let his tongue work over her sucking in her lips, tasting and lapping up every drop of her. She was moaning and thrashing her head on the bed. Her fingers were digging into her knees so Stryker knew he was doing her right.

“Oh mouse, I’m gonna eat this cunt every day. I’m gonna sink my dick in you in the morning then have you lick yourself off of me. I want to fucking wear your scent all day on me. Now that I know what you’ve been hiding my dick is never gonna go down,” he snarled in an almost accusatory tone.

Libby didn’t have anything to say. She loved his dirty talk. She wanted more, if he only knew some of the stuff she read. It might even shock him.

“Libby, baby, I’m gonna slide a finger into you. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, then slid his index finger past the ring of her opening into her molten heat.

He could feel the fluttering of her muscles. He knew she must have toys, she was too passionate a person not to, so he knew a finger wasn’t going to be too much. But he wanted her to know that she was always in control.

He sunk in up to his hand and twirled his finger inside her. He left his mouth over her clit, alternating between sucking and licking. He could feel her gush when he did something she particularly liked. Which meant he would do it again and again.

Stryker added another finger and had to resist the urge to finger fuck her hard. He knew he could make her come in seconds if he wanted to. But this first one he wanted a slow build that would blow her apart.

He scissored his fingers, working her deep and pulling out to her opening. That was where she was tight. Stryker knew most battery operated toys were nowhere near his girth. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small either. His length was usually not a problem.

He’d take the time to make sure she fit him like a glove. This was not a hardship. Libby had gone from thrashing her head to bucking her hips against his hand. She wanted to come, but he wanted to build her even higher.

Libby lost track of time, how long had they been in the bedroom. How many times had he licked her poor little clit to just the edge of coming then backed away?

She could feel the beads of perspiration forming on her skin. Her pussy felt swollen, sucking at his fingers, she knew when she came it was going to be awesome knowing at least some part of him was inside her. She also knew that it was just the prelude; the main show was yet to come.

Stryker continued to tease varying the depth of his fingers, reading her when she got too close and backing her down to a lower simmer. He’d crank the heat back up and she was to the point she was just mumbling, her head rocking back and forth.

“Libby,” he said and got no response. His fingers were slowly, so slowly dragging in and out of her.

“Libby, baby,” he said, giving her clit a tiny flick with his tongue.

Her eyes finally opened and it took a moment to focus on him. “You ready to come for me, baby?”

Libby heard the words, but her brain was trying to catch up. Of course she was ready! She’d been freaking ready for what felt like hours, hell days. He was a master manipulator playing her like a fiddle, denying her orgasm, just to bring her even more pleasure.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good girl, you’re going to come hard for me. I want you to drench my fingers, baby,” he commanded.

Libby didn’t think that was going to be a big challenge. She could hear the wet sounds of his hand moving in her. She should probably be embarrassed, but it just turned her on to be truthful.

Stryker leaned down licked over her clit then gently trapped it between his teeth. He flicked the tip rapidly as he started pumping his fingers inside, increasing the pace, driving her higher and higher.

The first contraction of her pussy squeezed his fingers. His dick throbbed at the thought of her doing that when he was deep inside her.

He sucked hard on her clit as he heard the first keening wail of her orgasm. The wail turned into a full scream. It was music to his ears.

Libby knew it was going to be big. She knew it was going to be epic. She didn’t quite grasp the level of cosmic explosion that was going to happen with Stryker.

She could feel the tiny blood vessels in her eyelids popping as she strained against his mouth and hand. Her own fingers digging into her legs leaving crescent shaped marks. Her body convulsed in euphoria that she’d never anticipated.

It was glorious.

She wasn’t sure if she blacked out as she came down or was just fuck drunk, like Stryker liked to call it. But she was in the middle of the best orgasm of her life, hell possibly of anyone’s life when she felt the hard tip of something against her pussy.

Her lazy eyes flitted open and Stryker was over her. He hitched his arms under her and lifted her higher on the bed. Some point when she wasn’t looking, his jeans had come off, because it was clearly his dick resting against her body.

“Libby, you’re mine,” he growled, his eyes bright and shining as he pushed into her swollen channel.

Libby felt a small burn as he made his way past the opening then she felt nothing but fullness. Stretched, engorged, full.

His cock, although she hadn’t seen it, felt fantastic. She knew it would be, it was probably perfect in every way. She knew it was perfect for her. She thought her first time would be awkward and painful. All she felt was pleasure, passion and caring.

Stryker slid fully into her slowly, but didn’t drag it out. He had a goal and he wanted to be as deep in her as he could.

When he was fully seated he paused enjoying the flexing of her muscles stretching around his cock, working, lubricating to accommodate him. She was hot, her pussy was so fucking hot. He felt the need to share.

“Mouse, your pussy is so fucking hot and sweet. You’re burning me up, baby. You fit me like you were made for me,” he moaned. “You okay?” he asked her, his hands wrapping around her face.

Libby looked up and could have sworn there was love in his eyes shining back at her. It made her eyes well up, she couldn’t help it.

“Baby, am I hurting you?” Stryker was worried now. He thought she was ready. Fuck, what if he messed this up? He’d never forgive himself.

Libby was trying to get a hold of her emotions. Her logical brain was telling her, “Well, duh you’re emotional, it’s the first time you’ve trusted a man to be inside you.” Her heart, on the other hand, was trying very hard to burst out of her chest.

“You really like me,” she finally said, her voice full of awe.