Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] Read Online Free PDF Page B

the dildo in and out of him, expertly hitting Jessie's prostate with it, and it felt so good, yet so wrong, so perfect, but not enough. The feeling of fullness, the burn and the carnal pleasure Master Andreas coaxed out of him were only matched by Jessie's need to experience it all over again, when his Dom's dick finally pierced him. He moved against the dildo as much as he could, and his thrashing made the chain connected to his nipple clamps pull harder against his flesh. Jessie's entire sense of self became focused on the ecstasy Master Andreas awoke within him.
    Finally, the Dom pulled the toy out of Jessie and left it aside on the bed. He crawled between Jessie's legs and lifted them on his shoulders. At last, he positioned his massive dick at Jessie's opening. A few heartbeats later, he slid inside.
    It was like being in heaven and hell at the same time. As Master Andreas penetrated him, time seemed to slow, and a surreal, paradoxical state of mind settled over Jessie. With every deliciously excruciating inch of his Dom's dick, Jessie fell deeper and deeper into an abyss of pleasure he never wanted to escape. It hurt—it couldn't not hurt, given Master Andreas's more than generous girth—but Jessie wouldn't have had it any other way. The burn in his ass just added to the cocktail of sensation. It made him feel that his Dom was truly branding him from the inside out, with his passion, with his lust, with his body. And yet, even with all the carnal rapture assaulting every inch of him, it was the emotion that Jessie saw in Master Andreas's eyes that sealed the deal. As his Dom fully impaled him on that magnificent prick, Jessie never once looked away from the other man's face, and not necessarily because he'd been commanded to. Those feelings that he read in Master Andreas's eyes resonated against Jessie's own heart, and they were so clear, so loud, in spite of the roaring of the blazing fire of their passion.
    For a few moments, Master Andreas stilled inside him, giving Jessie time to adjust to the penetration. The sound of their ragged breaths was the only thing breaking the silence in the room, and in those instants, Jessie felt like he could gladly lose himself to this man, and in this man, without regretting it. He wasn't afraid anymore. Every fiber of his being screamed that the two of them were meant to be.
    Eventually, when Master Andreas pulled out of him and thrust back inside, those feelings melted, converged and finally flared into the unavoidable explosion of passion. Jessie held onto his restraints, screaming, "Andreas... Master... Sir... Yes! Oh, God... Yes!"
    To Jessie's credit, his Dom seemed just as affected by their union as Jessie himself. Growling like a wild animal, he started fucking Jessie in earnest, shoving his dick in and out of Jessie's ass at an almost-punishing pace. With every passing second, he moved harder and faster, a grimace of near-pain on his handsome, stern face, as if he couldn't get deeper inside Jessie no matter what he did. Jessie just hung on for the ride, trying to anchor himself in the cuffs and distantly hoping that he'd still have a voice by the time this ended.
    Only, he never wanted it to end. The pleasure, the pain, the way Master Andreas's prick filled Jessie to the brim—it was all absolute perfection, and Jessie wanted to freeze himself in this moment forever, to not be forced to keep on living. The nearly agonizing pressure in his balls, the angry arousal permeating ever single atom in his body made him feel like he'd somehow transcended the identity of the man he'd been before entering this room. And throughout it all, Master Andreas's gaze followed his every move, so deep it seemed molten gold.
    Finally, just when Jessie thought things couldn't possibly get any better, Master Andreas buried his dick one more time inside him in a particularly vicious thrust that unerringly hit his prostate. At the same time, he lowered his head over Jessie's neck and bit down. His