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Mak
I had a driving need to f**k Gwen. Hard. Bed-breaking, wall-smashing f*****g. And we’d do it, too. My c**k demanded it. My fangs… well, my fangs would be the only part of me that wouldn’t be satisfied today. Or ever.
But my satisfaction wasn’t my top priority. No. It was to get Gwen to scream, to feel her muscles tense, her thighs clamp down on my ears as I made her come. As I licked up every bit of her sweet, sticky essence. One whiff of her arousal for me, then one hit of it on my tongue had me ravenous.
The proof of her desire for me had my balls aching with the need to empty deep inside her. My c**k swelled, and swelled. I recognized the change, the shift in my c**k to mate, to fill, lock and remain deep in Gwen’s p***y. It had never happened to me before, this possessive nee
