Page 95 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

A deep, low growl rumbles through him as he releases his cock and reaches for my panties.

“So wet for me,” he says, brushing his thumb across the damp spot on my panties.

His graze meets mine as his fingers wrap around the elastic on either side of my hips.

“May I?”

I nod, ready to beg.

Hell.

At this point I’m so hot for him, he damn well better.

He tugs and the sound of fabric tearing is brief but loud in my ears. My mouth opens as he pulls the fabric from the front, forcing the cotton to rub against my sensitive clit.

“Oh,” I moan.

Graham licks his lips and presses my ruined panties against his face.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you. But I need to fuck you first,” he says and lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Please, Graham. I need you. Now.”

I do beg this time.

But I don’t feel any shame.

I feel sexy.

Empowered.

Desired.

I feel hot—so damn hot.

Especially, when he looks at me with pride before slamming his hips forward and filling me with his cock.

“Come here,” he growls, falling on top of me and crushing my mouth to his.

It’s so good.

Almost too much.

But it’s just right.

Like all of my senses are so completely attuned to him.

Every move he makes—no matter how subtle, how desperate, how rough—is perfect.

All designed to bring me to the edge of ecstasy.

I didn’t know women actually swooned, but I swear right now I could.

For him? Hell yeah I could.

His movements get rougher as he fucks me on the soft earth. And it is so good. So perfect.

I feel him everywhere.