Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

his beard brushing against my skin, he whispered, “Kayd…” And pulled me back against him. “Uh, okay, whoa there, Muscles,” I said to him, all humour gone as I tried to pull away. “That’s not… we’re not… um, this ain’t a thing-” “Kayd,” he said again in a soft rumble, pulling me back to rub against him. “N-no, big guy. We aren’t doing that.” I said, reaching around to push against his stomach, hoping he’d get the message. All I could feel were rock-hard muscles beneath my palm, all flexed as he roughly pulled my ass against his front again, rubbing against me with a soft groan. One of his hands moved around and cupped me over my shorts. I let out a squeal at that, but he just pressed against me, using that as a means of continuing the act while also rubbing on me. At his strong touch, I felt my thighs close around his hand, like my legs were acting out of their own free will. The sluts. “Rowe, stop, we can’t…” I said, grabbing a fur. I tried extracting myself from his grip by sliding out of his grasp, but he wasn’t having it. With a soft hiss, his hand simply engulfed my pussy, and he dragged me right back, now rubbing against my clit over my shorts; the motion forcing my butt back against his cock. “Kayd,” he groaned loudly at that, and the next thing I knew, his teeth were at my neck, like he was nibbling at it without actually breaking the skin. His hand pressed harder, moving faster, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he moved it against me. I couldn’t stop myself from pus...