CHAPTER 57

MORRIS

I circled my legs around my male as he plunged repeatedly into my needy whole, my nails digging into his skin as I writhed with pleasure. This was so so good, better than any love making I've ever engaged in. Maddock was just how I wanted my male to be. He gave it to me how I craved it without me voicing out my desires. His huge cock unimaginably fit into my tight hole, filling the void I've been missing for a long while. When my mate died, it was difficult to go through the first couple of years. I still remember the days I woke up at night, crying, needing a male's touch. My center had throbbed with desperate need to feel something inside me. My clit bud had twitched at the intensity of pleasure I wanted to feel but I had no male.

On the other days, I would wake up to find myself squeezing my thighs together in desperate need of friction. Anything just to come. There was no hope for me. No male who would be my mate and fulfill my wants and needs, warm my bed at night and sat