Free Mail Order Tiger Bride Wars: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele Page B

soft, so pliant.
    “My beautiful bride, ” he added.
    “Does that mean you want to go through with the wedding?” she whispered.
    “Yes. Definitely.” He leaned down and kissed her lips.
    It began slowly at first, this kiss. This pleasurable merging of pressure points as he molded his lips against hers. Then he put a little tongue into the kiss, parting her lips, inserting it into her hot mouth. Her own tongue froze. His hands went around her waist, and then her back. His callused palms slid across her smooth skin.
    His mouth opened and worked her lips in a harder, more urgent kiss. He kissed her like he needed her, like she was beautiful to him. His hands rubbed her back – up and down – pressing her body closer to his, until her breasts were squished against the bottom part of his chest, and her nipples were compressed against the hard planes of his torso.
    When their mouths parted, she was out of breath.
    “Wow,” he said.
    She couldn’t say anything. She could just stare at him mutely.
    “Want to do it again?”
    He didn’t wait for her to reply, but engulfed her in another kiss instead. This one was even harder than the last, with even more tongue. This time, she could feel his erection prodding her belly – a testament that he found her truly desirable.
    Her heart soared.
    Then he said, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
    She was scared. She was elated. She was a dozen different feelings all compressed in her fragile little heart, which was beating so painfully against her bruised ribs, desperate to be opened up to him.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    She was afraid to disappoint him.
    He seemed to sense this.
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “Like shifting, it will all come naturally to you.”

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    He made a kind of mat with their shirts and pants on the hard ground of the jungle.
    “So you’ll be more comfortable,” he said.
    Then he laid her down on it. She was on her back.
    “You OK?” he asked her.
    “Yes.”
    She was amazed at how tender he was. How caring and careful.
    He lay down beside her.
    “Touch me,” he said. He took her hand and guided it to his cock. “Go on. It’s tougher than it looks. Grip it.”
    She held it in her palm, still incredulous that this was all happening so fast. His hard rod of flesh was warm against her flesh, like the rest of him. And hard.
    “Go on. Play with it,” he urged her.
    How did one play with a cock? She stroked it gently – back and forth – from the tip to its root. It was firm and yet spongy. Compressible and yet, like he said, harder than it looked.
    “You don’t have to be so gentle with it,” he said. “Look.”
    He added his hand to hers. His grip was much stronger than hers. She was astonished at how hard he could grip his own cock through her hand. He guided her to massage it back and forth, back and forth.
    “That’s a hand job,” he said.
    “I know what a hand job is.” She blushed. “I’m not that innocent.”
    “Nah. I think you’ve never given one before. You really are an innocent.” He stroked the underside of her chin with his finger. “But I like it.”
    He kissed her again, and her stomach fluttered and went all gooey.
    Then something happened. A trickle of cream trailed from her pussy. She could feel the soft pooling of it as it crept down her vagina to her pussy hole, waiting to spill out. This happened to her so rarely that she scarcely remembered the last time it did. Maybe it was when she was watching a really hot love scene with Christian Bale in it.
    His mouth never left hers as his hand crept down to her pussy. His index finger ran down her clit, and a shudder rippled through her.
    “You like it?” he said against her mouth.
    Without waiting for an answer, he continued to stroke her clit with the pad of his finger as he kissed her mouth. The pressure was insistent and of varying intensity. She started to squirm under his onslaught – soft at first, then harder, and building, building, building.