Page 40 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

That feels good.

Ridiculously good.

It’s been a really long while since I’ve had any, er, attention down there and while I’m a big girl with a healthy sex drive the thought of touching myself brings warmth spreading across my cheeks.

But I do it.

It’s like I can’t help myself.

The need to come is pressing down on me.

I spread my legs wider, pushing my middle finger inside my hot slit. Inside my mind I picture someone—I can’t see his face but he’s big.

Sexy.

Hot as fuck.

A growl sounds from somewhere and it only serves to make my pleasure spike.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

I reach for my tits with my other hand and pull on my already tight nipples. Then it’s back to my wet pussy.

In and out—fuck it feels so good.

I drag my fingers out, bringing the hot, wet digits where my needy little nubbin waits.

Fuck, why does this feel so good? It’s never been like this.

But I’m too far gone to question it.

I start to circle my clit, rubbing it faster and faster, moaning loudly as I do—and the second I start to come, I swear I hear it.

The roar of something monstrous in the woods below my apartment.

It doesn’t scare me—like not at all.

And that should worry me. Instead? I come harder than I ever have at my own hands.

And when the tremors finally stop, I sit there stunned for a moment.

With an embarrassed laugh directed at absolutely no one, I threw back the covers and headed for a cold shower, hoping icy water—and a very large cup of coffee—might convince my body to remember how to behave.

But somehow, I doubt it.

Seven

Graham

Holy fucking shit.

My hot-as-fuck mate is touching herself.

I know it’s wrong. I know I should leave.

But I don’t.

Being a Bear Shifter means I have really good hearing—super hearing, if you will.