Horizon Ridge You need it so believe it

The distance between her legs was kept even, bracing herself more properly than the last now that she knew what to expect. His weight had since grown familiar to her, his grip around her waist having been anticipated and wanted. She'd prepared herself for him, desperately awaiting the feeling of his entry, but it had not come as quickly as their first round. He was slow, his teasing having led to a low whine slipping out from her maw, insisting that he take her. He was what she wanted, as well as what she expected, and so she'd shifted beneath him with the intentions of drawing him closer.

Grasped by his teeth, anticipation began to swell within her. When she'd felt the movement of his hips, she'd grown impatient, her mind being settled only when his entrance was recognized. He was rough with her, his thrusts having been enough to literally rock her form, and yet she took pleasure in it. Every time he'd pulled back, she'd wanted him to delve deeper, developing a sort of attachment to what he was capable of. With being his, there were benefits, each of which she felt inclined to reap.