Chapter Eighteen

Reg’s orgasm grew and grew until he thought he would die from it. So much pleasure, he never thought it was possible.

They were both hoarse from roaring by the time they collapsed onto the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her sweet pussy. They lay in a sweaty and sticky tangle, boneless and completely sated, neither one of them could move.

Still, he could not stop the grin from spreading across his face, even as he sucked in air greedily. He couldn’t help it. She’d marked him. Really marked him good judging from the sting. Reg was too damn tired, to turn his head and look.

She’d claimed him as her own for all the world to see, and he had never been happier in his whole life. His Tiger roared with pride even as his cock continued to pulse.

He was insatiable for her. A marrow deep satisfaction coursed through him. Whatever this had been, too impulsive, too soon again, it didn’t matter because it felt right. Primal and raw, their sex had been life changing.