The hayloft was a haze of heat and moonlight, the barn’s creaking walls and the distant howl of the wind outside blending with our ragged breaths.
My body trembled, oversensitive from my orgasm, but Kael didn’t slow. His massive c**k pounded into me, each thrust dragging against my prostate, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me. The knot at the base, swollen and thick, pressed harder against my hole with every thrust, teasing the stretch that would push me to my limits.
His c**k was hot, pulsing, and so f*****g big, filling me completely, the ridges catching my walls in a way that made my toes curl, my ass gripping him like it never wanted to let go.
Kael’s amber eyes glowed, slit pupils wide with hunger as he loomed over me, his furred chest heaving, black fur slick with sweat.
